As has been mentioned earlier, state sovereignty aside, the animal wasn't owned by the state, wasn't housed on state land, wasn't provided for by state funds. It was the property of a private individual, which makes the owner strictly liable due to ferrara natura. While the victim is certainly sympathetic and I'm…
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You'll probably outlive us all, because your parents refused to feed you liquidized plastic, but still some of that plastic was damn yummy in a "teenagers will eat anything" sort of way.
For some reason Huggs were really popular in the Bible Belt, as a Sunday School refreshment or Church Picnic go-to drink. Probably because they were cheap as hell and most parents didn't want their children drinking soda. Man I drank so many of those as a kid that my barbies had their own moonshine empire!
We (wiccans) believe that divinity is present everywhere and can be celebrated in just as many places. Rituals can be held in public venues to private homes. Likely what the sentence means is that particular group have held rituals and sabbats all over the island.
Do these two (and her whole clan) seem like ouroboros to anyone else?
Speaking of Whedon and his propensity for bumping off beloved characters, can we all just raise our plastic dinosaurs for Wash. I mean seriously, I was only an occasional Browncoat at the time and I howled like a hungry angry baby when that happened.
EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS AWESOME & I LOVE IT! O.O!!
People don't like feeling like victims. I was spanked frequently, and I don't like to think that I was a victim. But to look at it on cold paper? I was. My parents spanked me, with more than just their hands. I was spanked with hairbrushes, cooking spoons, once a belt. And I know that they're not "bad people," I know…
Yeah, I'm with you there. I have quite a few memories of being spanked, but then again I was also a "defiant child," so the folks saw more of a need. A lot of these listed reasons are things I heard from my parents about why such punishment was necessary. My folks are also religious, so there were also a lot of…
It's part of that "Southern code" that you can say anything, no matter how paint-peeling, soul-scaring, eye-blindingly awful provided you couch it in pseudo-nice terms. "Bless their heart," "With all due respect," "No offense intended," and "Not to be racist" are just the tip of the iceberg. It makes me want to damage…
What Kalzykat said. If you think it's something you want, get a rendering of the art and put it somewhere you'll see everyday. Because yes, this thing will be with you until you die or earn enough to have it laser-ed off. It helps if the piece has some sort of meaning to you, and also you have to take into account…
My tattoo is less picture, more word-in-different-language and while it is somewhat visible to the general public (inside wrist), it isn't for them. When people ask I tell them it's a secret. Unfortunately this rarely stops them from pestering. Perhaps I could do with a new answer.
Oh my god, my best friend did the same thing to hers! Then she'd rip the extension off and say Barbie was "going through a phase"
I got in so much trouble for even hinting that my Barbies might be getting it on, and I had the "married with kids" set- Mr & Mrs Heart. I was grounded for ages when my mom found out that momma & poppa Heart were "changing clothes" in the same room at the same time. Which is surprisingly what my own folks did. Yet for…
True, our winter is a paltry thing comparatively. But summer, summer is a thing of teeth and burning and hatred that shows up in late April and doesn't go away until October. Of rolling blackouts with no way to manage the stifling soul crushing heat. This damn state! >_<!
As a southerner I don't have much experience with this mystery known as Winter, but this yarn sounds vaguely like the cursed misery of summer to us southern folk. Oh sure, it's only late April when the temperature starts to climb, and everyone breathes a sigh of relief that we can finally drive without fear of life…
How do people not know about this? There was a news story about how a fellow kept going through the drive-through and exposing himself to the women who worked these establishments. Until one got fed up and dumped steaming milk on his lap. Considering their access to scalding liquid I'm kind of surprised it didn't…