My wife trained our cat to sit on a chair, right outside the kitchen area. Cause sometimes she just wants to hang out when my wife is cooking, so that’s where she’s allowed to watch from. Nobody wants a cat under your feet when you’re boiling something

Lmao, well damn I’m sorry again! That makes more sense, I misinterpreted cause I is a little dumb. I’ll have to check it out because I am in fact, into those kinda things! Thank you

Sorry, sorry… that was sarcasm. It was mostly slavery of orphans, guised as trade-skills. As well as the cancers, they also had hellish injury/death, because ya know… 7 year olds are climbing chimneys

“Put their feet to the fire”… sometimes kids were too afraid to keep climbing, so they lit a fire under them. Sometimes, they became too grown and got stuck in the chimney, possibly dying. Hellish

And the “orphan train” already passed by, so it’s not pictured either. Or the “for sale” signs when the children became too many. But the chimney sweep kids are “living it up”, as they’re learning an important trade!

A significant portion of the working class doesn’t know shit about how their 401k works, they’re just told that’s how they’ll be able to retire

Oh, they know very intimately how to use Grindr… they’re just awful people

Gimme a sammich, and I got you

Merlin was my gateway. Haven’t been able to stop noticing birds since. I just hear there calls man… always singing, always calling. Always calling

My wife got me to sit too lol. I had never really considered it before, but I’m never going back, unless it’s a public bathroom

Sit at home, stand in public

Finally, an upside to panic attacks!

Lol, the “just smacking their lips” always killed me. Like they were just fucking with me for funsies

• Small piece of glass
• Small shard of clay pot
• A piece of brick
• Looong piece of string, 90% swallowed
• A hardware bolt
• Waffle house scraps from trash
• Entire fast food burger
• Entire bar of 80% dark chocolate (the only one that required a vet immediately)
• Sometimes his own face hair, still attached… just nomming it a bit

…just off the top of my head from my own experience, you just never know

I read the source of my citations, but nowhere am I required to cite the citations of my source. If you don’t wanna “try” to access my resources… well, that sounds like a “you thing”. Good luck, cause my paper remains

Paywalling knowledge is the same as bypassing it