My answer, too. I remember being uncertain how I’d be received as an American. I stopped in a random restaurant once to ask for quick directions. The lady didn’t just give me some “fuck off”/simplistic “go that way” answer, she walked from behind the counter, came around, took the map I was holding out of my hand, and spent SEVERAL minutes explaining to me in perfect English all kinds of helpful info.

I loved that place.

Why not just leave the beetles in, if it still harms me? If it comes to that, I’m going to be tired and cutting corners.

Might also put more actual meat on your bones, which is a risk. A lot of people are more into Filets vs. like a Ribeye, for example.

I get what you’re saying, but I also know there are plenty of left-leaning people in North Carolina. Some areas more than others, but I’ve lived in those kinds of towns–those people are always still there, just quiet.

but a good death is superior to a bad life.

But that’s apples and oranges. You could theoretically have both? The good death doesn’t really offset the bad life? It’s not as cool-sounding, but I think “a good death is superior to a bad death” and “a good life is superior to a bad life” are still pretty much true, if technically subjective.

Seriously do reconsider the U.S.

If things turn around, which is doubtful for a long while, Canadian citizenship would still make it easy to pop down and check out the charred remains sometime.

Shhhhhh…

I think you mean fax finger dick picks to colleagues, but how did you know?

I’m not in favor of it/can’t speak from experience, but wouldn’t it work better on the sandwich?

When we lived in a bigger place, we got used to going down to the massive Asian supermarket, the French bakery, the Balkan place down the street, the dirt-cheap Salvadorean/pupusa place. I admit I did start taking it for granted, then moved away and remembered, “Oh, right, they don’t have cool stuff everywhere.”

I can appreciate cut, uncut, they’re all really beautiful. I guess I probably prefer uncut, just so they hang around a little longer.

Edit: Sorry, thought this was about flowers, not grass.

Naaaaaaants, ingoyaaaamaaaaaa, ba-gi-thi baba

No implication intended. I’m not a bad guy. I would never fuck a lioness that didn’t want it, but that’s just the thing. Everything I know about them leads me to believe they’re jonesin’ for it, but I’m not a biologist.

What can you tell me about coquettish lionesses? Are they as soft and smooth as my friend has imagined?

The Catholic Footnotes author, blobfish article progressing most-unexpectedly:

Definitely. Also possible that having sex in grass sometime would blow my mind in ways I couldn’t comprehend.

Fine, I’ll just quote from the blog hosting that photo (checks notes…catholicfootnotes.com, wtf?):

The very existence of such a creature raises pressing questions, some practical (life application) and others more scientific or theoretical (as G.K. Chesterton once said, “every question is a theological question”). Life application questions might include: Does this thing swim near the shore? Might I encounter the Blobfish on my next tubing adventure? Would the Blobfish survive in my massive aquarium? More (or less) scientific questions might be: Is that a nose? Is the Blobfish nearing extinction? Does the Blobfish live near the bottom or top of the oceanic food chain? And the question everyone is asking: What’s up with those lips?

Okay, but hear me out.

Just spill it, you kinky freak, what is it? Fat cartoon animals? Differently-abled Schoolhouse Rock puppets? This is a no-judgment zone (speaking only for myself, mind you).

Okay, hear me out, it’s not what you think! More power to those who have, but I swear I’ve never even dressed like a cat.

But I mean goddamn gurl…right? Guys?