There’s an 80s movie called Babes in Toyland (Keanu Reeves best film, IMO) where the people of Toyland saved so much daylight one year that they never had to have nighttime again (until the villain tried to plunge them into eternal night time). 
I file them under “constipated rock,” because that voice sounds like he’s laboring on the toilet as he “sings.”
Listen. Carcinisation is a process not to be fucked with. Please do not add lead poisoning to the mix. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
In college we had a drinking game where we drank every time she made claw hands and said “RICH and CREEEAMY”
Ya got plastered quick.
This upsets me deeply. I had to get up in the night and trim my toenails last night because they were long enough that I could feel them against the sheets.
The Italian version linked above is a dessert/ sweet breakfast treat:
(Translated to English by Google)
Ingredients: Strawberry Pasta
200g farfalle (pasta)
125g strawberries
100g goat cheese
2 tablespoons milk
2 tablespoons lemon juice
1/2 lemon zest
2 tablespoons cooking cream (preferably UHT)
2 sprigs of mint
[add seven cups of high fructose corn syrup if serving to Americans]
I take down the dusty old ones that aren’t useful anymore. Especially if they are all full of bug remains. I call those the “pizzas boxes” and gently criticize my ceiling spiders for not minding their messes as I tidy up and make space for fresh, clean, sticky webs.


The book of Acts is not generally considered apocryphal.


I recall (but am not up to finding at this hour) one spot in the OT where someone is talking about God feeding mankind with the milk from his breast. And I think he “birthed” ice and snow in the book of Job?
But in this case, the Holy Spirit is the one that “came on Mary.”
God the father and God the son are masculine, but God the spirit is without gender.
Also, Jesus had brothers in the story, and they don’t seem to be supernatural beings, so I think it was consummated eventually.
To be fair, we were also mad at Target for capitalizing on pride month with shitty rainbow washed baubles of capitalism made by children in developing countries in appalling conditions for appalling wages.
You should probably take a break and get some ham.
With somebody holding on to you by your asshole?
It’s the powerhouse of the cell!
I’m a millennial woman with male gen X and boomer direct reports at work. This is their strategy for literally everything. “But youuuuu do it so much beeeeeeeter…!!! (Whaaa, whaaa, work is haaaaaard…)”
My strategy is scheduling mandatory training meetings early Saturday morning for anything that can’t be done because “Don’t know how… 🥺”.
Same.