I was 13 years old in the summer of ‘69. I started crying as soon as the video started playing just now.

I remember my first time slinging

We cant keep him out of the bowl. He has to have his own, in his own bowl, or he’s after us until they’re all gone.

Which Cheetos? The crunchy Cheetos which don’t cross the threshhold of my home? Or the Cheetos I can’t keep This Chester Cheetah away from.

This is great. I took a marine bio class online from UC Berkeley 6 years ago, and haven’t eaten fish since. We’ve cleared out 90% of the fish stock from the oceans, there has got to be a better way. I miss the taste of fish, and yes, 1 person out of 8 billion, isn’t going to make a difference. But I”m doing my part.

You too, Rando!

I’m just....... feeling existential angst for a while now. sorry! between the orange menace, feeling helpless against all the meanness in the world, and no way to stop it. I hope you have a wonderful year. <3

I understand what you are (crudely) saying. Between his depression, and he seeing the world going in the direction it seems to be, he took for him the logical path. I sometimes feel it would be the logical path for me, if I could make a statement with it.

I need to know, how long do they need to ‘keep them down’, to qualify as the winner? Do they expect them to digest, and then pass all that food?

Too late.

Maybe some day I’ll get out of the greys.

When we ordered our fiat 500c, we tried very hard to get the green with the red soft top.

How about, we ban all rolling living rooms, instead?

same.

oy.

That woman is all of us.

Our’s was 7k, too. That included my dress, our honeymoon, the church, the flowers, everything. We had 4o guests, live musicians, and ended the evening with bowling in the basement of the Quinnipiac Club.

Good. No reason to get all up in the lady’s parts for this.