You say it’s okay for them to throw the dice with other people’s lives. I say this is asshole behavior. You say I’m heartless. Now that we’ve both descended to name calling, I think we can call this thread done.

That’s right. Salt water it is.

I think this is state dependent. I’ve seen industrialized bread that lacked labeling and ingredient list.

They said easy.

I know, I went on a tangent. I disagree with you on that. There’s no way it’s okay to ruin everyone’s trip because you cannot exist in society. Fix your shit before gambling with other people’s plans.

But why not throw out the offending family and let everyone else get on with their lives?

The whole non curated hashtags flat structure instead of curated forums are rough. Lots of garbage with the good stuff.

Clearly.

The last two really just walked in and said “just fuck my shit up”.

Nativia is a cross platform electron app that runs on your machine without network access and allows you to configure most of these keyboards. It’s also open source.

Not sure, not a genre of metal I enjoy, but I’m guessing either thrash or black metal.

“I swear, Omar, I literally time warped from the bottom to the top of the hill! Anyways, that’s why I was late, I had to climb down 3/4 of the hill back to your place.”

These old formula emulsions are so full of silver, it’s amazing the beating they can take.

Or consent.

Really? For a lizard that regularly steals eggs in the wild, she’s remarkably inept at consuming them. 😳

You gave it a boiled egg? You sadist!

And too wavy to be stoner metal. Why, Vern?

Why would ever contradict her? “It’s your fault!” “Yes. I did it. I poisoned you.” “Don’t mock me!” “I’m not. I really did poison you.” “…” “…”

Her blaming you is like a kid that keeps asking “why?”, but a lot less wholesome. She wants engagement. Don’t give it. Do not bicker, do not engage in good faith dialogue (she isn’t), just go “yup”, “that’s right”, “um-hum”, “you’re right”. And when you eventually had enough, get up, leave, don’t acknowledge that you’re leaving or say goodbye. And absolutely, do not ever pick up the phone from her, ever. There really is no situation in which picking up that call will leave you better than before.

Nah, I invited it. Dump away. You know you could have let her pass out from it and then drag her to a ventilated place without much risk? She’d have quite a headache, but likely the illusion of control of your life would crack.

So you chose it? I think you’re the first Catholic convert I’ve met. And it was hearing / reading the recruitment of Peter that was the turning point? Was it something that resonated with you or was it something else?