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But Mr. Peppy was a lover, not a fighter! He only drank the bones of sheep!

Wow I… hate it.

I’m so surprised!

I am willing to offer some of my hot leaf water.

Same. I’ve got a big IRC crowd vibe. (37.)

I also blame this for why my sense of civic duty exists, despite the obviously flawed and ofte. monstrous system I find myself in.

I think it was things like this, honestly, which shaped my sense of humor.

There’s an argument to be made that Rocko’s Modern Life was not for children, but it aired on Nickelodeon in the afternoon, so we watched it. And this is poignant as hell-

R-E-C-Y-C-L-E Recycle!
C-O-N-S-E-R-V-E Conserve!
Don’t you P-O-L-L-U-T-E. Pollute the rivers, sky, or sea. Or else you’re gonna get what you deserve

…I still sing it to myself sadly when I read the news sometimes.

I have a disease that is autosomal dominant (and absolutely sucks.) That means only one gene (the one I got from Dad) was needed to give me the disease.

Now I have 2 of these genes. Everybody does. You get one from your mother and one from your father. So I got the bad one from Dad, and a good one from my mother.

It’s a super rare disease! If I nail somebody at random in the population, they have 2 good genes they can contribute. My one bad one and one good one flip a coin; our kids could have a bad one from me (and die young) or a good one from me (and be fine!)

But if I nail a brother who had the bad gene, there’s a coin flip for both of us. Even if I give a good gene, he might give a bad one! Way more likely the bad thing happens.

(So, so grateful none of my brothers have it so I don’t have to get all squicked imagining that but it makes my point.)

Not all bad things are as easy to see as my disease. Lots of them “hide” until you get two bad things. But it’s more likely two siblings have similar hidden bad things, which makes it more likely the bad things will show up in their child.

I always said if I was ever given supreme executive authority, I would outlaw ads and then immediately step down. It would be my one move, and the world would be better for it.

You’ve gotten a ton of amazing answers but to help demonstrate the point made about there being as many opinions as they are people, I prefer my domestically submissive, sexually dominant partner. So there’s even more shades to consider.

I’ll Chime in with my two cents that my experience with coffee and a pinch of salt really cuts the bitterness…

But I prefer bitter coffee so it’s wasted on me.

Only if there’s piss on them. Which there shouldn’t be.

Whenever I administer medication I tell the patient what they’re taking as I hand it to them, and say, “Can you take this for me please?” I hold my hand out ready to take the empty pill cup from them so I can throw it away. There’s no room for interpretation of anything other than “take this now.”

Yes but women have a pee hole between their labia and if you don’t rinse that then what even are you doing? I’m not interested in walking around with pee-stained lady parts, thanks.

Now I want to go do an ask pokemon on “if your house cat or dog were an eevee, what would it evolve to?”

To add; I’m not religious but my ladies love their church so I take them every Sunday. And this church? Judgey. That person is so fortunate I didn’t squeal on them.

I work for DIDDs full time and let me tell you, my favorite incident so far driving my two disabled ladies around was the time where, in a very obviously for-the-transport-of-wheelchairs van, we got cut off… in their church parking lot.

I still laugh about it. “Did I just get cut off… in a handicapped vehicle… in a church parking lot? Okay. Alright. Let’s see where that gets you.”

There’s more to life than just your ancestors.

If you find blood on someone who is incapable of verbalizing if they’re injured or in pain, consider if they had a dark red jello with lunch before you carefully inspect their entire body looking for the injury.