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Then where do I come from? I hope you’re misinterpreting my sentiment, because I feel like we’re on the same page.
I’m a dude in Oregon. I regularly make bad life decisions and do not make a habit of learning from my mistakes.
Then where do I come from? I hope you’re misinterpreting my sentiment, because I feel like we’re on the same page.
It might feel pretty dire, but all of this information is critical to understanding and empathizing with the people you might meet in your own society. You can opt out of forums (and should if it’s causing you distress). I wouldn’t suffer a buffer from the negative information if it meant a lack of information in general.
I appreciate the quantification.
So is the Likert, but I bet you anyone trying hard enough can get gayer.
It’s the quantum gay that we really have to measure, but I can’t pin its velocity for some reason.
I don’t know why you went for the left. Plenty of meat left on the right one. We’ll send a team out in a month.
I’m not confident the expressed carnal knowledge is common to normal biologists.
I mean, if you pay me enough. Edit: I don’t eat people for free.
Corporations are eating the extra pizza tho. I told mom but she says she can’t do anything about it.
That it do. Albeit not loud enough.
Give me $5K and a case of beer and I’ll make you a dog suit that breathes fire.
You always get a better bang for your buck investing in furries.
$7.5K if you want safety standards, though.
My Psych degree hangs framed above my toilet. It really brings the room together. I only put partial weight into standardized testing, IQ or personality tests, and I hope other people realize the constraints and fallabilities of these metrics. I don’t detest that they exist. I just hope people don’t horoscope 'em.
I’ve had 3 dramatically different outcomes depending on the context in which I take it.
I mean, I usually do both. Gotta find balance in your life.
My faithful dog truck died and I buried him with a beer alongside a dirt road that serves as a metaphor for nothing in particular.
Well, yeah, but I come from furry culture. Gotta respect your artists.
Thanks for the mathematical proof!
Don’t tell me that getting blazed and watching Adventure Time together isn’t romantic.
I mean, killing people as a function of time plays a role here, right?
Sometimes big life decisions come easy. Sometimes small life decisions come hard (no double entendre intended). As long as they’re both on the same page when it comes to commitment, hopefully the concerns you mentioned don’t apply to them and we can feel happy about it as a third-party spectator.