Contracting cable internet in Chicagoland was an experience. Everyone gave cardinal directions, no left or right nonsense. Everyone could walk you to their front door from anywhere. Also, they were excellent drivers.
To be fair 1/3 of women don’t die in childbirth, 1/2 of children don’t die before they are ten, we have weed and booze they could never have dreamed of, freaken chocolate and aspirin, and you are highly unlikely to become a sex slave. It was paradise for a very small fraction of the population and rape/slavery/castration for the rest.
Still I could go for an orgy and some figs if anyone is in the mood.
I’m putting some cloth over the end with a rubberband and filling it with crushed altoids. If I’m gonna huff sewage fumes, let’s at least make it minty fresh
They taught us this in fire academy. If you run out of air this is an option. But typically, hopefully, they know where you are and will be there with a RIT bag or spare bottle quickly.
I still think about the guy i sent in the complete wrong direction about 15 years ago. He was dressed up, so he must have been going to something important. Sorry dude!
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