Those and round phone jacks about every 10 feet or so. There's a phone jack in the hallway! Not even connected to a landline anymore. And because we opted for the ultra-deluxe old home, an intercom system that made a zapping noise accompanied by a perfect little curl of smoke when we turned it on for the first time. Yeeeehaaaaaa!!!
Save you some reading time: None of your damn business. Health care is between a doctor and patient and ain't our concern.
Good call. I like that.
I'm hoping for Weird AL.
How many times do we have to say it: Please stop naming your baby hippos, "Jeffery Dahmer".
I went the other way, built my house out of structural pigs...
Well, you can stuff your wounds with the silky smooth sand and shards institutional toilet paper, me, I'll be looking like a Yeti with all those tampon strings....Damn!
Add a disk and migrate to raid 6.
Love it!!!
Look, it's a squirrel!
Excellent. We'll done.
I lost my best friend to Hastags in 'Nam. Keep em off my lawn!!!
Yup, I'm guessing that'll do it all right. Knit a few pairs of socks, and just normalize the world away!
This is why we are doomed. People take a look at the dumpster fire that's life now and say, "Have you tried knotting socks and not being sad?"
Myself, I reply with what I hope is understanding and compassion, and say, "Yes indeed, things look bleak. You, unknown internet person, are not alone in feeling this way"