This is the correct answer. The first time it cramped, my wife was begginge to stand on it as I massaged it while screaming in agony. The second time it happened she wasn't home, so I decided to just try what she had told me to do a d poof the pain disappeared.
radicalautonomy
Neither of my two kids wants kids (one is ace/aro), so it ends with me. And if I'd had been more tuned in politically in 2006 and had thought about it for half a tick, I don't know that I would have chosen to have kids in the first place.
Get fucked, traitor. 🖕
I once had three students in one class who were all named José. For the purpose of avoiding confusion, I asked if it would be alright if I called them Hose-A, Hose-B, and Hose-C and they all loved the idea.
This is a true story. The day they were all absent and I got to ask the class "Where my Hoses at?" was a red letter day in my life.
Awesome. Not having an issue with Lifelock or the fact that they let me know this. The issue is with a pharmacy needing to verify my identity so that I can get my acid reflux meds.
Downvote me all you want.
Oh, don't you worry your sweet little head, we will.
I voted for Oregon Measure 117 which will institute Ranked Choice Voting statewide in all elections.
Such a hard-ass line. Went out like a fucking boss.
When I was 18, I was slinging tapes as a Blockbuster assistant manager, and my go-to recommendation for customers was Strange Days. Then at age 40, I finally realized I was trans, and somewhere down the line it occurred to me that my love of this film should have been a clue.
Spaz's House Destruction Party 2: Electric Boogaloo
You'd put a Choco Taco in your choco taco? Fierce.