runnerguy150
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But, but, but, ZOMG, cHeMiCaLs!!!!!!!11!!!!11!!!! tOxInS!!!1!!!!!!!!1111!!!!!!!

I’ve gotten some really nice dress shirts (Nordstrom’s, J. Crew, Brooks Brothers, Lacoste, Polo, Banana Republic) this way. I think the most I paid for any of them was $8. I did have to have some minor mending done on one or two of them but that’s still less than $85 for a new Brooks Brothers shirt (even at the

Switches and coal? They’re vintage and organic!!

My dr suggested it for me at close to 30 because it can help the body clear HPV more effectively if you’ve already been exposed.

Rice particles are biodegradable so they wouldn’t likely make it beyond the waste water treatment phase...

I read that article too. It’s actually a quite clever approach to understanding Da’esh and it’s pity no one else seems to be doing it (or at least talking about doing it).
“It is said that if you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles; if you do not know your enemies but do

one e = masculine, 2 e’s = feminine

Welcome to dealing with perpetually offended crybabies and SJW in the land of “microaggressions.” Reasonable people cannot win with these sorts because their “grievances” are rarely fact-based, it’s all about “feelings” and “privilege.” If we had a culture in which “face” were more important (like in Japan, for

I have similar story. When I was in college, my mother died. (She’d been sick for a long time so it wasn’t totally a surprise but, still a surprise.) This was my busiest and hardest semester of all of them, and I’d really been struggling to manage school and my mother’s health. So I ended up with like 17 papers and

Sorry about your grandmother. I never fully learned to make tsimmis (a stew kind of thing) from mine. I’ve come close to making it like she did but I can’t get the spices right. It smells right but doesn’t taste the same— it’s missing something and I don’t know what. Le sigh.

OMG SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Heck, I’d get a bike for that trip.

That’s totally normal and it will be the case, off and on, for a while. It’s hard but you’ll be ok. I internet-pinkie-swear promise.
(My father died suddenly a few years ago and it was very hard.)

All he watches on TV is the Hitler, I mean, History Channel....

It was years before I stopped randomly bursting into tears in the car, at the post office, and occasionally at the supermarket (of all places). Years. But there’s nothing “normal” or “abnormal” about any of this, and fuck anyone who tries to make you feel bad about “grieving wrong.”

Spend as much time as you can with your father now. Nothing else is as important. You will regret it if you don’t. As for the fears of the reliving the experience and the sappy condolences. Both of those will happen but you’ll manage. The condolences will only sound silly for a minute before you appreciate their

There is a gulf between mourners and the rest of the world. We want to talk, but we don’t want to make people uncomfortable. We can tell they want to say something, but they don’t know how.

A whole new meaning to “honey pots”!

Bedbugs from a questionable apartment building, that I didn’t know I had for months (I’m one of those rare people who’s not especially allergic to their bites) that I moved with me to a new apartment, and felt biting my neck and SCURRYING ACROSS MY CHEST one morning. I got rid of them but damn near gave myself PTSD in

Unless their did their PhD in the era before Office, in the land of carbon paper, white-out and (manual) typewriters.....