If we could all stop using wrenches on the wing nut wings and snapping them off that would be great. Either get the wing nuts with the wrench base or hand tighten only!

I still have dvds and a dvd player like an old person for just this reason.

I have covid brain right now, I am saving this for when I can comprehend things again.

I do not have a penis so I must ask…wouldn’t that hurt? Like a lot?

Things must be getting bad bc instead of a greeter checking recipes, not my walmart has loss prevention guys dressed like vested mall cops.

Not the OP but my friend went through something similar with a bad rental. Step one is get a dehumidifier, deprive the mold of the moisture it needs. This won’t solve the main problem, especially if the roof is leaking, but it’ll help keep mold off of interior surfaces like walls. Step two: bleach works to kill the mold, but does nothing for further prevention. What we used was foaming mold killer spray. It clings to the walls and also will prevent mold from coming back. And please, please get a checkup from a doctor once you have moved out. My friend had a lot of inflammation and other problems from living with the mold for so long. Dr was able to manage her recovery and help her to get back on track. Also fuck your landlord they sound like a real peice of work.

I mean those yacht wrecking orcas got pretty political.

I mean I agree it sucks. I wish like hell I DIDN’T have to profile 50% of the population like this just to survive unscathed.

Am women, love hiking. Have encountered bears many times. I stay calm, keep my distance and appreciate them for the beautiful animals they are. (And yes, I’d pick bear, everytime.)

The key here, in case you missed it Mr. Red, is that I don’t know the intentions of the man. I’m rolling a dice on whether this hypothetical man is one of the good ones. The bear might kill me, it might not, but it’s not going to harass me once I get out of the forest. It’s not going to text me at all hours of the day and night asking for a chance because it got me out of the forest. The bear isn’t going to show up at places I’m at and attempt to talk to me. The bear isn’t going to contact everyone I know on social media trying to convice them they are a nice bear who just needs to go on a date with me. The bear won’t write me emails telling me I’m a bitch ass stuck up whore when I refuse them.

It’s not just the forest, Mr. Red, it’s after the forest. It’s the fallout. I’d rather get ripped apart than take a chance a get a Nice Guy. Once I am out of the woods, I never have to think about that bear again. If it’s a man I run the risk of always having to look over my shoulder, and depending on his level of crazy, maybe getting stalked for the rest of my life.

I dunno this sounds like a good time to me. If eating Parking Lot Peanutbutter Pie is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

Smooth spread for smooth brain.

I re-watched this movie a month or so ago with some friends. We were bitterly cursing the cinematographer for making us look at Shatners stunt doubles butt for what felt like a minute straight.

This is amazing

I always kinda assumed he probably went back to live with some family members. I don’t think the Enterprise is gonna let a kid just live alone in his own apartment.

May god raputure them right into the power lines.

Usually it’s at two of everything. Especially now that housekeeping only stops by once per stay these days.

Has anyone noticed hotels are also giving you less towels overall? Last hotel I stayed at I got one bathtowel, one hand towel and a washcloth. Guess If I spill anything I’ll just clean it with the bath mat?