Hey, sorry I haven’t replied. I switched to a different account (@dharmacurious@slrpnk.net) and haven’t checked this one.

I’ve been doing a lot of sewing. Mainly dog toys and pillows for making life a little more comfy :)

Generally, you should use a cloth tape measure to measure dick. There are instructions online if you look.

Also, 8 inches to the hilt is often not pleasant, so work with your partner and learn how deep your sigmoid colon is, and take it slow. Big ol’ dick slamming into a wall is not fun unless you are very particularly into it.

Thanks! That dust on the floor I’m guessing is basically poison, lye and the ashes from other offerings. That’s wild.

Is there a verse specific to when life begins? I’ve read that it’s upon drawing breath, but that’s the part I haven’t been able to find.

I imagine it was probably larger before it was… Dried out.

Also, 8 inches by 2 inches is pretty fucking large. I say this as someone who has had 8 inches back there.

Link?

Ooh, you don’t happen to know a verse for this, do you? I’ve heard this before and tried to Google it, but my Google fu is lacking and I just end up finding right wing nut job websites.

Can you link to any good info (in English) on titoism, then? Because it’s the most interesting example of real world socialism to me, but basically no info in English outside of really surface level stuff :(

… Well. This is why you don’t open Lemmy at 3am. A hard lesson to learn. Especially at 3am.

Which one do we get the eyes from?

I honestly used to love a traffic jam on the way to work. An extra hour I wasn’t at work, just chillin’ listening to my music, not being at fucking work. It was great. If traffic was completely stopped, like put it in park, turn off the ignition stopped, then it was Netflix on my phone time baby.

Traffic jams on the way home suuuucked though. At the time real time traffic info in my area was spotty at best, though. Almost impossible to use as an excuse now.

I’m down to be Internet crafting buddies! :D

Also, if you’re at all lefty and within a reasonably drive of a major city you can probably find a group of anarchists or communists who still do quilting bees and crafting bees. A lot of what I know I learned from people who absolutely do not look like they’d be sewing and knitting. Haha. Spike mohawks and full punk vibes, plus knitting needles and gossip. It’s awesome.

You have taken on the challenge of Irish Trek, did you not also expect to take on the curse of the O’Brien? You must suffer.

But if it’s any consolation, I’m sorry you’re having a shitty day, and I will watch an episode of trek in your honor this evening.

An amethyst crystal I found in my (gravel) driveway a full 4 years after moving in. It’s a good 8 inches/20cm long, and shaped like a tear drop. It’s amazing and I love it.

You and I would get along I feel.

I am ashamed to admit I have never tried this, and just learned to throat the hard way. :/

These are clearly characters from studio ghibli’s take on Night at the Museum.

My guess, kami. Definitely kami.

This is the way. This is the way of light and goodness.

Add into this people who love pits and own them, but also believe they will “turn,” and so constantly give their dogs subtle cues to be on edge, stressed, and like something is wrong. They’re no more prone to dangerous actions than any other breed, they’re just very, very intelligent dogs that learn how to react to their surroundings. The myth of the aggressive pit is what causes the aggressive pit. We need real education on dogs in general, because that Labrador you love or the poodle who was your best friend when you were a kid is just as capable of snapping or “turning.” All dogs can bite, and all breeds can be sweet and well behaved.

Thank you! I’ll start looking into it!