Granted, but you're now a cop that's killed an unarmed black toddler

I'm generally very uncomfortable around bathroom humor/topics, but i gotta know. Are people really suffering down there from spicy foods? I love spicy food. Like, it took many, many visits before i convinced the indian restaurant near us to give me genuinely spicy food. Now they make it like they make it for themselves.

And don't get me wrong, I've had the burning booty of death before, but the two things aren't really linked. Like, spiciness has no impact on my bathrooming. I only ever get the burn down there if I'm sick. Is this seriously a problem people have when they so much as smell a bell pepper, as the internet has led me to believe?

Yes! Especially considering we were in a car! Like, for real, you didnt even have to carry it! Just throw it in the floorboard for all i care, but dont you dare throw it in a stream!

I really, really liked him, but after that, that's all i could think about. Just instant turn off.

It really depends on how the rest of their society looks. Think about mining towns, with miners paid in tokens, and spent entirely at the company store.

I did very well when I visited Mexico for this reason. The amount of dudes just totally cool with topping was excessive. Guys who are, by their own cultural standards, completely straight hanging out of grindr. It was a glorious week.

Does anyone know if this is something that was actually possible? Like, how sure are we they looked one way and not the other?

It's so wild the wrong ideas that float around about cops and medical personnel. "If you're a cop you have to tell me" and "if I tell them I did drugs they have to tell the cops"

I really do tell all the interesting people in my life "tell cops nothing, medics everything" and it's saved a few butts. My mom is the one who initially told me that. She doesn't necessarily approve of drug use, but made it clear to us growing up that if we ever did something and had to go to the doctor, we needed to tell them everything, and they would always keep our secret, but always lie about it to the cops if they were involved. I love my mom. Lol. She's awesome.

I grew up in the US, and the only person I know who didn't drink as a 15 year old is a 33 year old who still doesn't drink. Lol.

I love you all so much, I don't know if anyone can understand just how much. You make my life better in ways I can't explain.

Jack, you're 15, and I know it's a long walk, but please stop peeing on any piece of fabric that lands on the floor. You're a cat, and your pee smells like ammonia's older brother who works out and doesn't shower.

Monty, I know the IVDD makes it difficult for you to play and move around as much as you want, and I just need you to never jump off the bed again. That will make things better. I will always be here to carry you.

Mary, Maizie, you're the babies, and I know you think you can jump off the bed, but just don't do it, and you won't end up with problems like Monty has. Also, stop pooping inside. You love going outside so much, you're always excited. Why do you hold it, and poop in your evil little poop hiding spots? Go poop outside, please!

Daddy loves you all, and tonight I will make you all shredded chicken and carrots.

Because they're grown now, and have asked star fleet not to use their image in any promotional material. They're still salty about being abandoned.

Tell Mama to divorce him now. Give her this letter.

Speak for yourself. My home is entirely sharp angles and unsecured towers of broken glass and rubbing alcohol suspended in petroleum jelly that also slicks the floor. I will brook no weakness in my home.