I’ve more or less forced myself to become obsessed with organization. The problem is, there’s perfect or chaos and no in between.

I either have a custom made storage solution, note keeping, etc. Or I have the pile.

What about those of us who are obsessively on time? Nobody else is on time however, and it makes me want to beat my head into the wall.

As I understand it, being married to a therapist, you must meet a certain number of criteria, not any one specific criteria.

Everyone’s bodies handle drugs differently. Strattera pushed my heart rate way up and giving it time didn’t stop it. Multiple stimulants didn’t do that to me.

I thought the whole point was not to bang?

Pray tell- what is so sexy about The Diary of Anne Frank or Maus?

I like how this argument assumes schools are just regularly stocking school libraries with your Literotica history.

We’re all Tom on OurSpace.

Moving is what got you.

The boy with psychic powers (of whom we are all very fond) that rules Canada is the source of immortality. You’ve moved from his sphere of influence.

That’s a pretty optimistic future considering current Detroit.

As someone with a doctorate in Metaphysics from the Universal Life Church, I concur.

Wait till they find out how hard it is to get a hair cut once “mobilized”.

as usual everyone having guns isn’t like makeing the place more safe.

If anything it’s more like injecting an unknown number of dangerous wildcards into an already dangerous situation.

Genuine question, how accurate are Tazers? If the partner was in a headlock, was there any risk of tazering the wrong person while the gum was more accurate?

Speaking independently of the story- Not very by comparison to firearms. Something like 50% less accurate. There’s also the issue that tasers will not always incapacitate someone. That’s a gamble if someone has a weapon and the range to use it.

Part of the rationale in using a firearm is the need to body someone before they can use a weapon where non lethal methods are just not as effective.

Of course, when you investigate yourself you will always find that you used your firearm in the appropriate situational context.

I don’t think anything could possibly chide him more than simply forgetting and continuing to call it Twitter.

You don’t use a knife on a baguette, you freak. You tear a piece of. Ever hear of breaking bread?

Fuck’s sake, heathens.