PartyAt15thAndSummit @ PartyAt15thAndSummit @lemmy.zip

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It was taken FROM a lake.

Balkans, too. And, of course, Turkey. In fact, apart from the North Atlantic Rim and Scandinavia, it's kind of common in Europe, especially when compared to the US.
For women. that is. For (black) men, the US seems to take the lead.

I first read that as "caned." One day...

A lot of coverups seem to happen in high society. Check out the story of Natalie Wood, for instance.

Goo goo g'joob.

And I thought my eyesight diminishes as I age. Turns out it's reality itself that's falling apart.

Then how can Americans tell the C shed from the Z shed?

Like that 1969 Ray Bradbury story, "Night Call, Collect", where a man stranded on Mars spends 60 years setting up pre-recorded messages for himself that one day spring into action and eventually start talking to each other.

I used to hear that last line as "Is anybody down? The party's all around!"

What was it?

1.2 million as of now. So fucking proud to be European.

That's the real answer. Always check on whose payroll somebody is.

Nah. Just let it rip.You'll have to get used to each other's farts eventually. Might as well get it over with right on the first date.

Funny, that movie was called "The Bus That Couldn't Slow Down" in English.

Soooo... They don't have any externally visible genitals, do they?

My dad treated me like a boxing bag for the slightest transgression.
I once squatted for an entire night. Squatted. Because at dusk, I was gaming in the middle of a room with a very creaky floor and then darkness fell. I was expected to be in my own room, and now I was trapped. Had to turn off the console as to not make any noise or quick movement.
Had my parents found out, they'd have flat out killed me, and that's not an exaggeration.
Oh, and apart from the constant physical and mental abuse, I was never allowed to leave the house except for going to school, and couldn't make any phone call exceeding one minute.
I got out of it eventually, but it took a lot of healing. My siblings' lives are still completely ruined, though.

I've talked to a lot of people from all walks of life, and I've come to realize that one of the main things that sets people apart in adulthood is whether they were loved as kids. Those that were, and those that weren't, might as well come from different planets. It's so bad I very much go out of my way to avoid the topic.

They: Yeah I didn't always get along with my parents.
Me: So... how often did they beat you up?
They: Oh no, they never beat me. But my mother criticized me a lot, and my dad moped, sometimes.
Me: :-|
They: I'm kinda traumatized from all this.
Me: So... where did you spend last Christmas?
They: Well, among other things, I visited my parents, of course.
Me (who has cut of all communication for many years): o_O

Deregulation, ain't it great.

I mean, we could be using the heavier neon, which is also a noble gas and lighter than air. But it's almost as rare as helium, and you'd need significantly more of it to produce the same lift.

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