I prefer the 440 hz sine wave hour.
I’m a dude in Oregon. I regularly make bad life decisions and do not make a habit of learning from my mistakes.
I prefer the 440 hz sine wave hour.
It’s cool. We’ll make it for you (and far more impeccably gorgeous than you would). Just give us the engine.
Relevant across the spectra from what I’ve heard, but I don’t doubt the anxiety and emotional investment is more fierce in our cases.
I’ve heard from this community that houses can run on Linux, though.
I’m pretty sure that Disney can’t outright kill anyone unless they came out of a Disney pod gasping and crying, “what am I?” to the universe before being given their prime corporate directive of being a kid’s movie star, but I’m not a lawyer.
Someone needs a heat pump!
Room temp is ~21 degrees. That helped me a lot.
Lab rat here. I got you fam! Let’s collectively believe that BTU’s are real!
Wait…
Difficult when you’re in the R&D department and you know that cost-cutting measures are the primary directive, but you still have to do your job in spite of the harm it could cause. I’ve met a lot of people with burnout in the food industry. I’m one of them.
Samesies. Here for the support and the dank memes. Not offended to get labeled. I’m also questioning if most cisgender people take offense to the label. I feel like most wouldn’t. Maybe we’re talking about the minority that gets triggered by words that they don’t understand. I hope y’all don’t rope the whole cis culture in with the haters, because you don’t have to be queer to understand the plight of non-binary peoples. Just sayin’.
I literally have uses for this, though. It’s worth the space it will take up.
Yo, sorry. Your number is one digit off from mine. I might’ve mistyped.
“they make something beautiful instead of death” Agreed, but your neighbor’s kid’s fingers might not agree after that M-80
Though Shasta is nice this time of year.
Jesus, I hope I’m the only reason…
You can use it for gravel as well. I walked into a quarry recently and pretended to fall into a pile of loose gravel (but then I started covertly shoveling it into my fanny pack).
Boom. Close the zipper on that lock box while some production employees help you out of the gravel and you’ve secured 1/8500th of what you need for your new driveway. You just have to pull the grift a few more times.
They know my face at the local quarry now, though, which is problematic.
Yeah, but like, the jalapenos and cheese don’t just fit in the fanny pack after all the flour is in there. It’s rough getting by these days.
Oh don’t you go pure blood on me. I only know how the cochlea works.