An excellent question. I suppose it depends on the type of shit. Is it an easy-going stroll in the park? Probably wouldn’t bother to drop 'em below the knees. The kind that makes you pray to any god that might hear you? My panties are off, my shirt is off, and my dignity is gone. Hope that helps

I’m a ~4yr amateur apiarist (US based, but not one of the dumb ones… depending). These are actually great for serving our raw honey. It pours off perfectly if you spin it.

How silly of the artist to keep the tiny, black panties in

And if not, I sincerely hope that a cheeseburger takes me out before any of that.

When I was 18/19 in college, I met a guy through my brother’s work that was in his mid 40’s. We hung out with him and his girlfriend a lot and he was pretty good friends with my brother. He even met my mom and family, helped her with some construction projects she needed done (dad died when I was 15, so she didn’t have that extra help), and was invited to her wedding to my step dad.

Now we knew that this guy was an ex-con (the restaurant my brother worked at hired a lot of ex-cons), but we never really judged or pried into what happened. Honestly, this guy was always just chill, giving, funny, helpful, and respectful. I never got creeped out by him, and i never felt like he was inappropriate with me. We found out through a mutual friend later that this guy used to get paid to bleach the bodies of girls/women that had been raped and killed by others. To this mutual friend’s knowledge, our friend hadn’t actually done any raping/killing, but I was really struggling to feel much comfort in the fact that he “only” helped guys get away with it. Especially because I was a young, petite college girl at the time.

Anyways, I dont directly know of anybody ive met that has killed someone, but the fact that I know of somebody that did this horrible thing makes me think that you’re correct.

I feel like I’m “not allowed” either.

I grew up in a very religious household/extended family. When I was 19, I became agnostic. But I actually really enjoy the Christmas season and decorations. It doesn’t have a religious tie to me, but it has a nostalgic tie to me.

My husband is VERY jaded/exhausted/raged by Christianity as a whole. Their very existence pisses him off. So naturally, Christmas pisses him off.

But in a fantasy world where we could all get past this bullshit – I’d honestly be happy with either. I grew up with artificial trees, but real trees always seemed better. But killing trees to be a decoration in your home for a month seems wrong…

Final answer- artificial tree would be my choice if I decorated.

As someone with celiac disease, I never expect a ton of legit options at a restaurant so this feels like a weird take. Much less a fast food restaurant.

Upvoted cause even though it missed the mark with me, I really do want it to find the right people

hmmm I like the version with the invalid apostrophe better.

Porque no los dos?

I very much echo what others are saying in this thread, but I also see some use cases for it. It can be a more efficient “research” tool, but the tradeoff is not being able to have confidence in the results. I rarely use “AI”, but when i do, I always double-check the results. So its basically a net zero on efficiency.

Then there’s the privacy issue. Nothing you ask it or reveal to it is private. Not that regular search engines are super private - but “AI” is designed to make people talk more.

I saw my husband (who is a somewhat-regular user) ask it a question the other day, and I was really weirded and grossed out how he asked it a question like he was asking a real person a question. He noted that this format was the best way to get an answer, but like… no.

yo hand me a slice

YEE HAW

My sister-in-law did something similar after my brother drowned and it made a traumatic experience even worse, somehow.

She made money, collected attention, and built her music “career” off of it. Her debut song was at my brother’s church funeral (he was an atheist).

Fuck this type of person.

For real, he’s speeding on the highway that leads to death by Mcsnu-snu

It costs money to get a piece of paper from old, decrepit, incompetent assholes who once got pieces of paper from older, decrepiter, incompetenter assholes.

There’s a motivational-poster-level quote in here somewhere.

I’m under 35 and both got and love the joke. But I’m 31 so, close enough.

I agree, but that’s not the question.

As a woman, I’m genuinely curious on men’s opinions about this.

While i appreciate the spirit of the pic, this is way more than the dusty old cheetoh deserves. Just throw him in the trash

I’m currently where you were a year ago. This gave me hope - thanks for sharing. Keep up the good work man, that shit has got to be hard.