if we can't make jokes about various bodily parts of unusual size, what are we really doing here?

This is the circle of internet life you guys! Clueless dudes post sexist things out of context, feminist bloggers zealously point out the sexism in the picture, the onlookers talk about how everyone is overreacting, and hopefully everyone is just a little less likely to think it would be a "fun picture" if the women…

Lifehacker has a strange obsession with making portable things inconveniently permanent for the sake of a strangely important sterile ikea aesthetic.

implications are in the eye of the beholder. I'm not gonna bother with the viewpoints of idiots.

Or pliers! A tool for gripping!

I'm not your dear.

Maybe you just need to look up the definition of cynicism

Yes, there is obviously a real danger of me shutting down debate by questioning the motives of a single internet commenter. You keep a sharp eye out now.

What does that have to do with being mistrustful of people's intentions? Everyone's intentions seem to be fairly clear here. All I see is people like you complaining about how other people are spending their money to sponsor the arts.

The only place where cynicism enters is me being cynical of your apparent virtuosity…

I dont understand where the cynicism is here

Maybe that would matter if the person wasn't talking out of their ass anyway. :)
And if lactic acid is the toxin they're trying to get out, I hear that slowing down and breathing is really great for resuming aerobic cellular respiration and clearing the lactic acid out of the system.

Take off your clothes. Sweat.

hooray!

"i thought it had to do with lactic acid" is one I remember

word

haha!

Yup. This is the only thing.

Whenever someone talks to me about toxins, I always say "I don't know what a toxin is. What is it?" and that's pretty sufficient in terms of ending discussion of toxins.

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What were the rules in Tesla's lab?