AxExRx

Lol I thought it was at least going to be something like mephedrone.

If they called it that, people would be tempted to chuck it around.

Posted the full story above, but one time back in the late 90s, we hit a house in retaliation for them being dicks to our younger siblings. In our town it was fair game not to participate, especially since its a seasonal town, so more than half the houses are empty by October anyway.

But these guys opened the door, said they were out of candy, but that the kids costumes were shitty so they didnt deserve any anyway, and made my friends sister cry mocking the fairy costume she’d put together herself. Pretty sure they were drunk.

So we came back a couple hours later when the lights were out, covered their 2nd story wood shingles in eggs to maximize the difficulty of cleaning up, then bailed on out way to the party.

I egged 1 house out of retaliation back in the day. My friends and I were like 14- 15at the time, and were taking out our siblings, then going tp 2 parties, an earlier chaperoned house party, then a bonfire in the woods, after we dropped them back off.

One house were complete dicks to the younger kids, made my friend’s little sister cry making fun of her costume. So we all went home as planned, but grabbed our eggs, and stashed them nearby the first party, along with out supplies for the second party. When we left the chaperoned party at like 11, we swung back by the offending house on our bikes, pelted their house with ~3 dozen eggs, aiming for the wood shingles and up high, knowing it would be a bitch to clean, then rode off to our bonfire party splitting up for the first half of the ride in case they called the cops.

… and now I want to build a hammock recumbent bike.

I used to, up until the last couple years, when I stopped bartending. I still get most of my drinks for free though! And i still have a couple different groups of friends im all but gauranteed to find one of to hand out with.

When I wished for a way to lose 20 pounds, this wasnt what I meant.

Also, i read the headline wrong at first, as Colombia’s Victoria holding a ‘secret’ fashion show

I went from being the oldest to the middle sibling to the youngest child over the course of my childhood.

Had a younger brother, then we adopted my cousins as teens, a d a few years later, my brother passed.

No Quite what you meant, but for 5 years, we had a math teacher, Dr Mohamed Kahn. I never had him, but pretty much everyone said he was horrible. Rude, incredibly sexist, and often didnt know the precalc he was meant to be teaching.

Eventually, this came to a head, when he failed a girl on her test, she claimed her answers were right, and he said something along the lines of, what does it matter? If you want an A ill just give you a 100 for the year if you want- you’re a woman, so you’re just wasting time in school before you’re old enough to get married’

That was enough to get people talking, and provoke a response. Which came from one of the kids parents, a cop, doing an actual background check. It turned out there was a Dr Mohamed Kahn, with degrees is Mathematics and education from Oxford who graduated in 1983. But as you can imagine, he was not teaching at a public school in a small town in rhe US. With a few phone calls, the detective parent was able to reach him, at the school in GB he was teaching at. Turns out, the principals idea of a background check had been to call the numbers listed as references on his resume, and confirm with Oxford that they had infact graduated a Dr Mohamed kahn in 1983, and that was it.

We dont know what tipped him off, but the next Monday, he was paged to the office, and just took off. Over the next decade, there were reports of one of his students or a other running into him, and calling the police, usually spotting him working at some convenience store or another around the area, but they’ve never caught up to him.

I went to a hippy private school for a couple years at the end of elementary/ begining of middle school.

Had an acquaintance from the public schools who was trying it out to see if she wanted to join for the spring semester.

There was a pretty random activity going on that day (tldr is potluck style turkey stuffing had devolved into eating candy while ruining spaghetti squash)

So we’re filed into the room, and go grab a seat at the art room 4 tops. The teachers hand us each a squash, then a random bowl of candy. My friend is looking at me preplexed and asks what’s going on.

The teacher, now ready to go over the activity shushed her, and says “i dont know how they do it in the public schools, but here, we raise our hand when we want to talk.” And starts her explanation.

My friend, annoyed at the teachers snide remark, raises her hand in the air, and says, talking over the teacher, “if dont know who raised you ms M, but its rude to interrupt people! I was talking to my friend and you butted in… then turning to me, now, as I was saying, AxExRx, What the FUCK is going on here?”

Eight, but why? Why not create a company that generates, say a $100M a year, building something thata got just a basic level of perpetual demand, and just let that ride.

Instead of either pushing it till the wheels come off,over producing until you crash the market, or trying to spread to so many roles the whole thing colapses, why not just say this company is perfect, and ifnyou want more, just spin up a new entirely separate, unrelated buisness?

Except for s4e8

Your local cafeterias dont havr access to food purveyors (like sysco/ sodexo/ kineally?)

Me too, but if I wore a v neck there’d be too much hair to tell.

I could see this being 5 words in german.

Also, he was a war god.

BL has always been one of those series I end up playing with a 3-5 year lag time, picking them up when theyre $5-10 on steam.

All the ‘bad’ forks (Mostly ones that followed me home from the dining hall back in college) are banished to a cup in my house. They get used for not quite food tasks, like mashing up the cat’s food.

Was in boy scouts, we had several well preserved caches around the campgrounds with varying degrees of secrecy.