He won’t, ultimately.

Edit: By which I mean because that’s all he really is at the end of the day. Realised belatedly that my comment could be interpreted rather differently.

Because they’re depicting adult women and that’s how some adult women are shaped?

Taking my mom to her treatment centre here in an hour or so; I hope yours is even half as kind and caring as hers has been.

Fuck cancer. Kick its ass!!

I replied to the wrong post, my mistake; I meant to reply to one talking about DNA sampling dogs to prevent neglectful owners from leaving pet waste everywhere. I’m certainly not in favour of the sorts of fees mentioned by the original post.

My current complex does this, and while I rather doubt the authenticity of the service, I support the threat of it if for no other reason than to make some of the nasty bastards around here actually pick up after their pets for a change.

I’ve been loving it every time it happens.

Just got rid of my fancy younger washer after spending $240 on repairs for the second time only to have it fail again.

Went and pulled my ancient Whirlpool direct drive out of storage, spent $15 on the replacement clutch and coupler it needed and threw them in there.

Thing turns 30 years old this year and it’s going like a champ.

Came here looking for this and found it right at the top, where it belongs.

Shiny.

Right there on YouTube!

30K and you didn’t learn conjugation?

I also have a stupid punk kid whiskey scar, also from arbitrary party knifeplay! For a moment I wondered if you were at the same one I was at. I woke up the next morning in a pile of what had been clean laundry, wearing stolen sunglasses and curled up with a handle of whiskey with a crazy straw in it, aaaaabsolutely needing stitches.

The scar always gets attention, if nothing else!

Teeth, or rather where they meet your skull and jaw, are technically classified as a kind of joint!