@MarsAttacks86@__The_Watchman@Kronykal@ZaidJilani Good lord!! Jealous for no reason?
She is fully capable paying for her own groceries, and not having someone else pay for it for her while she is at the ballgame paying $21 for a Bud light.
Super complex indeed-
Story time. I got an excoworker with two kids that lives at home with her parents. She works four days a week makes 40k yr take home and doesn't pay any of the home expenses other than food and IS ON EBT. I REPEAT IS ON EBT. Spends her nights at the bar and lavish out of town trips to ball games and vacations.
Now, if she had responsibility for the home expenses, I would support this. 50% of her income just going to the rent/ mortgage alone? Well, that could be an obvious problem, and I could absolutely sympathize and support this.....but come on?!?
One of many such cases I personally know of. RIDICULOUS
I want this to be me year round
40-65 and wet as fuck.
Warm enough to grow winter crops but still cozy up to a fire with a cup of hot cocoa....with a 132 in yearly rainfall and a month of snow.
I really need a good reliable local drug dealer.
It's been a decade and a half since I took mushrooms.
It's probably time. You know, for preventative maintenance
JUST IN: 80-year-old woman with advanced Alzheimer’s reportedly briefly regained speech, bladder control, & memory after taking psilocybin mushrooms.
To replace my half wine barrel or to not replace my half wine barrel right this very second. That is the question
(I have been arguing with myself about this for an hour now)
I was just asked- "who's winning"?
🤣
One of us to be certain
Uh huh.
Sorry bro
I don't have a whole lot of faith in your system since
Enterprising Desert Raven.
You havent earned that yet.
Seems to me you all allowed that blatant corruption and abuse to happen for WAY TO LONG for me just to be all
"ya sure, I still believe in this powerful tool for humanity"
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The cashier scanned my milk and asked, "did you find everything okay?"
I froze.
In this country, no one asks where you have been. No one asks what a man endures and returns from. Except her. This woman, alone, wished to know if my hunt had been successful.
And I wished to tell her everything.
I wished to tell her the bread had hidden on the highest shelf, and I brought it down with patience, not pride. That the eggs were guarded by a cart pushed by a man on his phone, and I waited, because a warrior does not war with the innocent. That I stood frozen before forty cheeses and chose the orange one, because my grandfather chose the orange one, and his father before him, who never saw cheese.
All of this rose in my throat at once.
But there was a line behind me.
And a man does not spend other men's time to be understood.
So I held it. All of it. The whole hunt, the whole hard and beautiful day, pressed down behind my teeth.
"Yes," I said. "Thank you."
One word, where a thousand wished to come. It was the hardest thing I did all day, harder than the bread, harder than the cart.
She smiled and said, "have a good one."
She will never know what she asked, or what I carried out of that store unspoken. She thinks she sold a man some milk.
She gave me the chance to tell my whole life, and I gave her my silence, because she was busy, and that is the finest gift I had to give.
I will return to her register tomorrow.
I will buy one banana, and she will ask again, and again I will say only "yes," and hold the rest.
A man can love being asked, and still spare the asking.