TIL hard boiled eggs can explode in a microwave and that the explosion can be as loud as 133 decibels. For reference sake, a gunshot is about 155 decibels depending on caliber, so that’s one loud ass egg.
TIL hard boiled eggs can explode in a microwave and that the explosion can be as loud as 133 decibels. For reference sake, a gunshot is about 155 decibels depending on caliber, so that’s one loud ass egg.
Top right is accepting of all fetishists. Hell, we probably invented a few you haven’t even heard of yet.
Well, who doesn’t enjoy a good chin scritch now and again.
Well, you see, when two people love each other very much, they’ll sometimes harvest bee stingers to stab birds to death with before being arrested for animal cruelty. Then, 9 months later, the birds get their revenge by sending a stork to deliver a lifelong burden to the offenders.
Funnily enough, that’s exactly how I stopped smoking. I smoked for around 17 years and had been trying to quit for nearly 15 of them. I did everything from pills to nicotine substitutions, hypnosis, and even that laser therapy. It would work for a time, but eventually, within a month or two, I’d be back to smoking.
Then, one day, I was in a really foul mood and just didn’t want to deal with people. I ran out of cigarettes right at the end of the evening before bed and figured I’d buy some in the morning. Woke up in a worse mood the next day and decided to just stay home and ride it out. It is best for me to avoid people when I get like that, so that’s what I did. The following day, I woke up in a better mood and was about to head to the corner store for a pack when I realized I’d already gone near 36 hours without one, so thought why not wait an hour. An hour passed, and decided to wait another hour, and then another, and another. Before I knew it, I was heading back to bed for my second full day being cigaretteless.
At that point, I decided to continue my smoke-free streak and just quit. It’s been nearly 6 years since my last cigarette, and it was one of the best decisions I’ve made in my life.
Context: I’m a disabled veteran with severe PTSD, anxiety, depression, and mood disorders caused by TBI’s. I have days where everything seems to act up all at once, and I’ll self isolate because it’s just safer for everyone if I’m alone during those times. Furthermore, I started smoking while in combat to help take the “edge” off, and as such, the nicotine addiction was extremely difficult for me to get beyond because it got wrapped up in my PTSD and anxiety issues.
Basically, what I learned from my many years of trying to quit is no matter how you “try” if you don’t truly want to quit, you won’t succeed. You have to want to quit more than you want that next cigarette.
Good luck to anyone out there still struggling to break a nicotine addiction. Stay strong. You can do it.
I have seen no evidence to dissuade me from holding this belief.
Trump in the blue suit with the grindy lass in his lap.
Only to get started. The more pee you drink, the more you have to pee, so you’ll get up to volume relatively quickly so long as you buckle down and chug that pee.
Or maybe the character is historically accurate, and yall are just being racist…
Speaking of which, try reading that comment again because, to me, it seems they are implying that veganism is the gross thing. Basic reading comprehension.
Then how am I always eating chicken tits?
I’m taking the perfect rock, finding an imperfect stick, and making a near perfect club.
This list is practically impossible. I can be high or on time, but rarely both.
I was going to say yes and make a joke about song choice, but then realized that if this were actually happening then I’d probably be too distraught and focused on getting to her to queue up a sound track so was going to say no, but then I realized in my distraught state focing on getting to my kidnapped wife I probably wouldn’t bother to turn off the radio which is always on by default in my car… so basically, yes, I’d be listening to the local radio station at a moderate volume.
I live in town and occasionally throw debaucherous parties from time to time. The neighbors are always first on the invite list as they shan’t be complaining about the noise if they are participating in creating it.
Personally, I had this same decision a few years back. My choices were to buy a really nice house in town close to things with a small city lot, or buy a run-down fixer upper outside of town (20-30 minute drive) with a large wooded lot and all the space/privacy I could ever want outdoors. I chose the house in town because I was concerned that if I lived that far away from things, I would effectively be isolating myself and adding additional mental hurtles I would need to jump anytime I wanted to go somewhere, not to mention the effect it would have had on my depression.
I am quite pleased with having a grocery store within a 5-10 minute drive from my house. I have restaurants, bars, local shops, and even the public library within a 10-15 minute walk from my house. Having access to high-speed internet in town, vs satellite, or DSL out of town was also a deciding factor in my decision to live in town. Overall, I’m happy with my decision even if I don’t have a large private yard to go play in.
My advice to you is to make a list of services, amenities, and conveniences that are important to you about your future home and then buy according to which better fits into the lifestyle you want to live. Best of luck.
This. This is exactly it. Commonly referred to as cognitive dissonance where when presented with evidence differing from that of one’s beliefs, they will discard said evidence as faulty and will double down going deeper into their wrongfully held beliefs. Cognitive dissonance can be overcome but it is very difficult to do so, especially if you aren’t willing to entertain the idea that your beliefs might be wrong.
I’ll take it one step further and say potato salad CAN be downright delicious when made well… I have also had potato salad so bad that it caused me to have an existential crisis about how I ended up where I was, eating what I was, and I had to pause to reconsider my life’s choices.