… How did you get rid of the wasps? Or is it a ‘they live here now, Bob’s the king of section 3-b’ sort of thing?

215 so far. Just a lot of doom posting, or politics.

Whenever another guy recommends something I find repulsive, for various reasons, I tend to write off most respect I had for that person.
Lately some guys have talked positively about Andrew Tate, and it’s just made it easier for me to know who is a gullible prick and who to avoid.

Every day I am trying my hardest, to not give into a temptation and eat my own body weight in puffed cheese balls.
This has nothing to do with the post, however you did ask.

They were bought by Comcast a number of years ago, so they’re actually worse than before if you can believe it.

Grab Stremio, it’s a program you can download.
Once you’ve downloaded that and opened it up, in any browser go to torrentio.strem.fun and click to install that to your client.

In the program go into your settings and remove the official sources from showing up (like apple TV, Netflix, etc.) and et viola.

You can use popular lists or search for series, and it’ll find the episode/movie from pirates sources.

The fun thing about this is it’s all educational. Not the program nor the torrentio link are illegal, it’s only what you do with it. So all in all, I hope you enjoy searching for legal documentaries supported by creative commons licensing!

Could you imagine if god was real and showed up, only to say “it’s actually pronounced Jod” and just fucking left? That would be mad.

Just imagine

Makes sense, though that just gives the impression that this site isn’t anything special. I swear there’s a million and a half streaming sites by now, and I would bet everyone using FMovies has found clones or alternatives (if they didn’t already know of some).

I’ll be honest, I didn’t even know about fmovies until everyone started talking about it here recently. I’ve just used Torrent sites for downloading, and Stremio for streaming and I have not noticed much hiccups.

Cannabis.

It’s the only thing I could have and describe as, “baby vomit as a prevailing odour, with hints of Stilton, chocolate, and a lot of pinesol in the background” as something positive.

Not long after my mother recovered from chemotherapy, my grandmother passed away. I was tasked with disposing of my mother’s morphine, however I decided to take it for relief.

I was addicted not to the feeling of being numb so much, but the initial euphoria. I would snort the morphine in powder form. I know I did some rudimentary conversion, however after kicking it I forgot every single step and cannot remember a lot of that time.
Over a year had passed, yet my knowledge of it is very little. It feels as though I have lost parts of my life… Like I mean, literally lost.

The euphoric kick got less and less prevalent, and I felt as though I needed more in order to gain that initial kick - however I wasn’t even aware of this effect happening, despite all manners of media being rife with this step of opiate addictions. The act of increasing dosages came so naturally I don’t even think I made a conscious decision to, yet my tolerance rose to points where I was taking multiple times the lethal dose (for someone with base tolerance levels).

I saw what it was doing to me at one point, just by happenstance of looking into the mirror for a moment longer than usual.

I went cold turkey, and it was… Well, hell doesn’t even describe how this felt. It took about a couple of weeks, with the first being the worst.
I had locked myself up in my room, telling some folks to check up on me periodically, online friends mainly, and what to do if I don’t respond within a given time. I recall a moment where one of my friends was about to call an ambulance, because I was one minute late to answer (I was probably vomiting profusely).

The very last time I did that was in the second or third week of November, 2012.

I understand that going cold turkey could be very dangerous, especially with a built up tolerance, however at that point I would not have been able to wean myself off of the stuff. I was too far in, and without going extremely hard into it I probably would have died not too long after.

If you have a friend going through opiate addiction, please be there for them. That’s all I can say.

Convince some kid that they have to spend a considerable amount of their lives, dedicated to figuring out why I’m here, and how they can figure out how to help me ‘cross over’.

Then after a year or two I’d just get bored and tell them I made all of that up, and this is pretty much it. Then I’ll go possess some guy to play videogames I guess.

They taught OP how to use a spoon and wipe his bum, and he’s making it sound like it would be a chore to have a cup of tea with them.
I don’t get it either.

I think it was Track and Field, then I think my brother didn’t like the Commodore and they exchanged that for an NES (I don’t know about the transaction, I was very young). Most of my earliest gaming memories are of SMB1.

I was around 3 or so, at the time.

I remember having a sleep timer app, on my phone, about a decade ago. It was free and turned off any media playing after a set time, regardless of where the source was coming from. Worked great… not sure why it’s a premium feature, I wouldn’t be surprised if that app still exists.

Firefox. Not enough people know that you can install extensions on FF Android, including uBlock Origin.

Just a hunch, but it seems to me that in an event to be called WW3 there would be a lot of infighting. There just appears to be a lot more civil unrest in recent decades, and I just have a feeling it would be a war much more fragmented than the ones before it.

I have much less wonder now, and it is ruining my day to day enjoyment at times. It is hard to dream big when you know more about the world, and how corrupt it all can be. They call it depression, but when reasons are provided for lack of opportunities it’s seen as downright shameful to be upset about it.

I miss the times when I was more naive about the world, it made it all interesting.

I like for the situation to be real, described in a way that just clicks with my inner voice. I’m not sure where in your question that notion stands.

I started learning Dutch and was stuck on pronunciations, and I pretty much got it down.