I tried plugging my phone into the elm tree out back. Turns out it doesn’t work, and also it wasn’t an elm tree, it was the neighbor, and he was pissed when he woke up.
I ended up on a massive Whatsapp group populated primarily by Indian women after I took a content writing class a few years ago. Made several very good friends. I’ve asked them about the whole Indian scammer thing. One of them said she knows a few, and they do it because they literally don’t have other options for employment. Which makes sense. Rampant, unfettered capitalism forces people to make decisions that go against their conscience for the sake of survival. I feel bad for scammers sometimes, other times I feel less charitable when they’re scamming my dad…
This is me, the only exception is hand knitted or crocheted items. They’re literally the only things I’ll actually respect wash instructions on. If someone takes the time to make me something by hand, or if I spend the time to do it, I’ll treat it right. Otherwise, that shit is going is going into the washer with shirts, jeans, two towels, a flat sheet, a little bleach, some powder detergent, and some downy. I know you’re not supposed to downy towels, but ain’t nobody got time for separating laundry in this bish.
Ew, you have sportsball equipment? The gay agenda is going to need a word with you. You’re hurting our image. We abandoned respectability politics in the 2010s. You need to update your plan, or you could face serious fines and a loss of the ability of walk super quickly for no reason.
In Hinduism, Ananda means something akin to ecstatic or joyous, and swamis will often take it as part of their name. Such as Vivekananda, or Yogananda. I’ve always loved that, and Vivekananda is a major player in forming my personal philosophies about life.
Thats exactly what I have it set to. No furry porn, but tons of regular straight porn. I’m not into furry porn, but a little variety would be nice. Any advice on getting some peen on the homepage? Lol
I still keep a pencil in my car. I know there’s no cassette to play, but my car feels naked with a pencil rolling around the center console or in the little tray on the dash.