It’s called a line break. Now I know why you needed someone proficient in MS Word!
It’s a store, they sell clothes, I worked there.
THATS THE WORD I DIDNT WANT. NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!1!!
Oh thank god that last word was “winking.”
No it’s OK I was in the same boat reading some of these. Like yes, there is absolutely going to be some necessities dry up, but I do not care one iota that disposable, wasteful cheap shit is going to go away. Oh darn! Less waste!
I’m sure I’m missing something here; like the waste will probably go elsewhere, but I’m desperate for silver linings to this hellscape.
God I wish the satanic panic had real satanists and dark magic behind it. That’d have been soooooo dope.
This is Hellraiser, right?
I counted the petals expecting there to be sans one.
Fuckin dab on it. DAB. ON. IT.
The cat we have now broke skin when he bit the caretaker from the adoption agency. “He feels really bad about it! If you still choose to adopt him, maybe just stay away from his belly!”
We adopted him. We still go for his belly. No regrets.
My wife and I went to what we thought was a suuuuper leftist bar in Berlin; Marxist stuff all over the walls, anti-Nazi stuff, etc., but the bartender stopped my wife from entering the restroom, accusing them of not being a cis woman. Sullied the whole goddamn vibe of the place.
TERFs are such awkward bigots in that they have no endgame other than to see your fuckin’ genitals. No safety, no greater good, just do you have a dick or not?