I saw a video once of a giant centipede devouring a live mouse, and it still fucks with me every time I think of it. I still remember that mouse's eyes.
Alright, boys. Hear me out. You cut a hole on the inside of your pocket, put on your pants, then pull your penis through the hole so that it is emerging and/or hanging out of your pocket.
Centipedes are the absolute worst of the worst in terms of disturbing insects. I can't even look at one without my brain vividly simulating the way all of those crispy little legs would feel clinging along the length of my arm.
My hope is that the CPC* splits and/or reforms into a more moderate and respectable party, so that at least it won't be fucking armageddon in the event that they win a future election. But if I know conservatives worldwide, they won't learn shit.
As a child I used to be borderline obsessed with the misters and the overall smell and vibe of the produce sections. Always told my mom I wanted to work in one. Thirty years later, purely by circumstance, I manage one for a living. It's not quite what I dreamed of, given that stores in 2025 are no longer poorly lit nor smell like mothballs and old air conditioning/refrigerant, but I still enjoy my career.
I sustained a stress fracture of the fifth metatarsal completely at random last year. No trauma, no accidents, nothing. Went on a five-day drive and returned to go to work. A week later my foot started hurting really bad. I kept working on it and eventually saw a doctor. Misdiagnosed as plantar fasciitis, and continued to work on it with insoles. After a while I had to get an air boot. Before long it was x-rayed and turned out to be a stress fracture with no apparent origin.
The six month healing process was absolute fucking garbage and I would never do it again. Having nearly two months off of work was nice enough, but I couldn't do much other than lay around elevating my foot. If I tried to get in my computer the pain in my foot would increase tenfold. Crutches to get around anywhere. Showered by laying spread eagle on the floor of the tub, blasting out my asshole with the shower head. Mornings were excruciating as the blood rushed to the fracture site and caused my foot to swell up big and purple. Genuinely the worst injury I've ever had to heal from. I never thought it would get better. I truly thought this was the new normal. You'd think a small stress fracture would be minor. Still hurts here and there but I'm about seven months out and doing a lot better than before.
Fiona's been deep-throating Shrek and raising them kids for years now, and she hasn't received a dime. Just a few earwax candles and roasted slug loaf every night. Hope it's worth it.
I'm interested in this one also. I like the look of it. Currently a long-time Pixel user, but I'm open to other options. It will take a truly good camera to pull me away, though.
A close friend/former guildie of my wife's is a very wholesome and well-accomplished person who secured her dream job with the CDC during Biden's administration, just to have that job abolished by Trump/DOGE pretty much immediately. It was a very high-up/directoral position involving the outreach of sexual education/awareness for special needs individuals, who are often the unwilling/misunderstanding partipants of sexual abuse. Her entire department was ruled non-essential and was eliminated overnight. I guess it fucked her up pretty bad. She's okay now, but is back to square one, searching for a suitable job.
Stalinwolf @ Stalinwolf @lemmy.ca Posts 6Comments 961Joined 2 yr. ago
I saw a video once of a giant centipede devouring a live mouse, and it still fucks with me every time I think of it. I still remember that mouse's eyes.