This is the correct answer. The first time it cramped, my wife was begginge to stand on it as I massaged it while screaming in agony. The second time it happened she wasn't home, so I decided to just try what she had told me to do a d poof the pain disappeared.
radicalautonomy
Neither of my two kids wants kids (one is ace/aro), so it ends with me. And if I'd had been more tuned in politically in 2006 and had thought about it for half a tick, I don't know that I would have chosen to have kids in the first place.
Get fucked, traitor. 🖕
I once had three students in one class who were all named José. For the purpose of avoiding confusion, I asked if it would be alright if I called them Hose-A, Hose-B, and Hose-C and they all loved the idea.
This is a true story. The day they were all absent and I got to ask the class "Where my Hoses at?" was a red letter day in my life.
"Please don't tell anyone...I'm not ready to come out yet."
"I got you, girl."
Awesome. Not having an issue with Lifelock or the fact that they let me know this. The issue is with a pharmacy needing to verify my identity so that I can get my acid reflux meds.
Downvote me all you want.
Oh, don't you worry your sweet little head, we will.
I voted for Oregon Measure 117 which will institute Ranked Choice Voting statewide in all elections.
Such a hard-ass line. Went out like a fucking boss.
When I was 18, I was slinging tapes as a Blockbuster assistant manager, and my go-to recommendation for customers was Strange Days. Then at age 40, I finally realized I was trans, and somewhere down the line it occurred to me that my love of this film should have been a clue.
You'd put a Choco Taco in your choco taco? Fierce.