My workplace has a “cry room “. Just the unofficial name of a stall shower in the bathroom. It really says something about the working conditions.

Benjamin Franklin was a tool. There, I said it.

I’ve read this post three times and I’m still only MOSTLY sure that the food involved is formed in a mold, not growing some sort of fungus.

Earthquake earthquake earthquake, Will Robinson, EARTHQUAKE.

Yuck. Sports teams should be held financially responsible for all damages ( including medical bills) resulting from post-game shenanigans. Or get rid of sports altogether, that works, too.

Yeah, sure, those are real branded trash cans and not just the obviously standard city-issued cans everyone has stenciled with a little spray paint. Sure.

Other things you didn’t know: the black and white swan costumes are not actually danceable (they would be impossible to partner in properly) and real ballet executives/producers live in one bedroom apartments with cockroaches

One must ask: why did they need to wash it? That is sort of the beauty of cat ownership. Never needing to bathe it except under extreme circumstances.

If I am desperate enough to use a porta potty I am desperate enough to be disappointed to find a rave in there

I... guess? I mean, EVERYTHING you consume will end up there eventually.

When we lived downtown the local mockingbirds did a pitch perfect imitation of those modulating car alarms. At 3am. On work nights.

Wait... people still wear watches?

I’m guessing the Santa’s are those gross hard fondant things sold as decorations for gingerbread houses and cakes and such. Technically edible, but only barely.

I found Japanese WAY easier than French, as it is so different from English that I could just forget all the rules I already knew, open up my brain, and let the language pour in. It also has super predictable grammar and “spelling”. It’s only the complex characters that are a tricky to master.

Butter with the first toad it... dead. Yum yum