Nazis used socialists for a hot second to rise to power and then killed them to cuddle up to corporate interests and blame minorities for all their problems like little bitches. Same conservative playbook as today. Read a book, you don’t sound so smart.
I agree with you, I just feel like it needs to be said. By everyone.
Not botanically or culinary, but don’t let that get in the way of how you feel.
I don’t mind calling all of those things fruit. It seems people get really weird about making savoury meals out of fruit. Like I know a tomato is a fruit, I put tomato on pizza, I never once while making pizza have a thought about whether a vegetable or a fruit is going on my pizza. It’s just a tomato, it can swing both ways.
I think lokipagan has confounded the ability to see a corpse with whether you can see a corpse at the moment. In an L shaped pool I can see the corpse going in or out of the pool or if I near the bend. I would need a pool big enough that I don’t have the physical ability to see it or discern corpse from flotsam.
non-catastrophic
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Rich people and temporarily embarrassed millionaires and all that. Perfect victims for the right wing propaganda machine.
He said he’s a harbinger of death, not of catch and release. That’s not torture, that’s eating.
back tail
Yeah but how do you get around it’s front tail?
Communists are not tankies. Who agrees with this garbage post?
Edit: Downvote me if you must, but tankies are about as communist as Nazis are socialists.
Nah, it’s weird, that dude’s just touchy.
Uh, French is my first language and I’ve definitely thought that four-twenty-ten-seven was a weird as fuck way to say ninety-seven since I was a kid.
Read Bible, hate god, love giant ocean dragon and sulfur. Name already taken, add real name letter.
I would think that would benefit them, being native to the area around the equator.
I was exaggerating a little. I tied them to sticks and removed the useless branches/leaves. I watered the first week and nothing since.
Dude, I grow tomatoes in a 4’ x 6’ plot of dirt by the sidewalk in Montreal with zero tending and I have more tomatoes than I know what to do with every year. What are you doing so wrong?
Negative. I am a meat popsicle.
A special situation in which, until observed, there both is and isn’t a corpse in the pool. Interesting.