I wear the same jumper (at this time of year) and tracksuit pant combo during the day and the same hoodie with pyjama pant ensemble at home in the evenings on week days.
They hang on command strip hooks on the side of my wardrobe with two smaller hooks on the front for my morning dressing gown and night time post shower dressing gown on.
Lend, not give, lend.
When I saw “50 tabs” my first thought was acid, my second was holy shit.
Didn’t he have a panel in his X-Wing that displayed communication from R2?
Reminds me of this song I came across recently: My Girl’s Pussy
Exactly why I opened the comments here
Yarhar and all that
I have one at home but I don’t stand at it much, just for a few minutes here and there. But it’s still useful that it moves. Its good to have it at the exact right height and raising it makes moving cables easier. I plugged in a new USB dock on my static desk at work the other day. It was a pain in the arse, the hole of which I almost exposed to the whole office when I got up off the floor.
Now the kilt was only for day-to-day wear. In battle, we donned a full-length ballgown covered in sequins. The idea was to blind your opponent with luxury.
I said war! Huh! Good god y’all.
What is it good for? Doing this probably.
If you mean should you be embarrassed about being set up on a date by your parent then no, as others have pointed out in these comments it’s been happening since the dawn of time. I’m 38 and I’d love to be set up on a date by my parents or frankly anyone. But I think I’d find not being consulted about it a bit annoying.
Oh yes, yesterday, that was when my troubles seemed so far away.
Yea, I can remember when the advice was to create a “handle” and never use your real details.
Remove “Burger Owner” from the headline.
Yea human lifespan hasn’t really changed over time but as you say infant mortality, pandemics, war and a complete lack of industrial safety for over a century have skewed the average over the years.
I know plenty of people who are grandparents in their 30s today.
Nope. Cats have been proven to consistently meow or vocalise in a different way to humans than other cats. So they know the difference.
T to the P to the motherfuckin’ G
Toxo-plasma-gon-dii!
Picture this, you’re a parasite that can inhabit any warm blooded animal but can only reproduce when you’re inhabiting a cat. You start scrambling the brains of mice and rats to make them more likely to run into and provide tasty transport to your feline fuck pads, but that only gets you so far. What’s the best way to bump up your gondii count to insane numbers? Do your little noodle-nobbling act on a species of ape with a big ol’ brain box, giving them the curiosity to think outside of it, leading to the development of the world altering technology that is agriculture. Now those sowing simians and the one animal you need to propagate live in close quarters, infecting each other with you back and forth. Hell, give it enough time and your shaggy shag wagons start to evolve specifically to manipulate those bipedal bonebags into actively taking care of them and even sleeping in the same damn bed! The monkeys get even smarter and don’t need pussy powered pest control anymore? No problem, the population of your kitty cum camps and their custodians has exploded. There’s no chance the relationship between both species is ever going to end at this stage as its an embedded part of human culture. Congratulations, you’ve guaranteed the existence of your kind forever. Or until the whole climate change thing you sort of unknowingly enabled wipes everything out. But hey, not a bad run for an unthinking alveolate.
I do this once a year, between Christmas and new year. No food, no vaping, no media, phone on DND. Just me sat on the sofa with a bottle of water and a notepad in case I think of something I want to write down. But I do play with my cat at some point during the day.