electricjackal17 said:I'm trying to wrap my head around this one.
Is pre-cum that liquid that comes out a second or two right before the main event, or is it that slippery stuff that shows up as soon as you get turned on?
The fluid is emitted during arousal, masturbation, foreplay or at an early stage during sex, some time before the man fully reaches orgasm and semen is ejaculated. It is primarily produced by the bulbourethral glands (Cowper's glands), with the glands of Littré (the mucus-secreting urethral glands) also contributing.
To answer your question—it's the second one. Thanks, Wiki.
There’s just no proof that luck exists as this independent concept—like some kind of invisible entity wandering around deciding who gets a break and who doesn't. It isn't a mystical force; it's just the byproduct of various life factors and pure randomness (by which I mean things happening that we simply can't predict or control).
Are there actually people out there who are "completely happy"? I highly doubt it. Maybe if someone lacks those massive ambitions or that constant itch for "something more," they could pull it off. But look, wanting more is a good thing; it’s what drives us. If we were all easily satisfied, we wouldn't be human, and we certainly wouldn't have made any progress as a species.
I don't know what's weighing on you, but if it helps at all, you aren't alone in feeling this way.
Let’s get one thing straight right out of the gate: an nuclear explosion is impossible inside a nuclear power plant. Achieving that kind of blast is actually incredibly difficult—that’s exactly why all those heavy-hitting physicists spent years breaking their brains over the Manhattan Project. You can't just toss a pile of fissile material together and hope for the best. That’s precisely why bombs are so expensive. What *can* happen is a chemical explosion or a pressure buildup from superheated steam, which is exactly what went down back in 1986. If there had been some sort of containment dome, we wouldn't be talking about this, but since there wasn't one, those radioisotopes just drifted straight into the air, and the fire kept pumping even more dangerous material into the atmosphere for days.
Setting aside the fact that I personally wouldn't touch an illegal experiment like that with a ten-foot pole—and honestly, I’d do everything in my power to stop it—if I were forced to choose from the available options, I’d go with getting the word out to my wife, my family, and as many trusted people as possible so they could spread the news efficiently. It would be a massive mistake to just run onto the local news and trigger instant mass panic. Still, there’s a contradiction there. Someone who truly wants to save as many lives as possible couldn't possibly agree to participate in an experiment where they know the odds of an extremely catastrophic outcome are through the roof. They’d have to be insane.
By the way, back in 1986, nobody at the plant had any clue that what happened, happened. They knew it was dangerous, sure, but they didn't realize the entire reactor could be ripped apart. This specific issue doesn't really apply to them.
Life wouldn't be a drag if I actually had friends to hang out with, if things were constantly moving—which they always are—and if my health wasn't such a question mark. "Eternity" is a pretty weird concept to wrap your head around, though. Are we talking about some kind of true immortality where you could jump straight into a volcano and walk away fine, or just the idea of staying alive as long as the basic necessities are there, like oxygen and water? If you mean the second one, then the real headache starts once those essentials run out. The Earth isn't going to sustain life forever. But if we’re talking about the first scenario... the only real worry is figuring out what to do once the environment fails and you're just drifting through the vacuum of space after $10^{70}$ or so years have passed.😬
I mean, sure, you hear stories about people having heart attacks because of a roller coaster, but honestly? That’s incredibly rare. If your heart is healthy, there’s really nothing to be afraid of. On the most intense coasters out there, the G-forces don't even top 6 Gs downward or -1 G upward, and those 6 G moments are the absolute limit. Most of the time, you're just looking at an average of about 3.5 Gs pulling you toward the ground.
Look, having parasites happens; it’s nothing out of the ordinary or particularly scary. But lately, there's this whole trend blowing up—mostly tied to that New Age, pseudo-medical nonsense—where people become convinced they’re crawling with worms or some "mucoid plaque." So, they start doing deep enemas, choking down parasite cleanses, and all sorts of stuff. Honestly, those cases belong in a psychiatric ward. Besides that, you’ve got this made-up condition called "Morgellons," which is essentially psychological. You end up with a handful of people who have lost their grip on reality congregating on internet forums or Usenet groups, swapping "horror stories" and feeding into each other's paranoia. To a con artist, these people are basically a buffet.
The guy was poking around his scrotum... and thought he saw something moving. 😬 It sounds like he’s looking at his own junk for the very first time. That’s just basic muscle movement. Testicles need to stay at a fairly consistent temperature, so the autonomic nervous system is constantly pulling them up and letting them drop, which looks like a slight twitching motion. This guy, being completely clueless, thought he had worms. Give me a break. 😂
It’s because we mostly hear our own voices vibrating through our skulls. Sound waves hit differently when they're bouncing off bone rather than traveling through open air. Since we grew up hearing ourselves that way—using that internal resonance to actually shape our sense of self—it feels genuinely jarring to hear how we sound to everyone else. It's just pure air, without all that extra interference from bone, tissue, fluid, and those little air pockets in the skull. Honestly, I think most people find that shift so unsettling it actually makes them feel physically uncomfortable.
Chloe Carter said:Look, I've tried every trick in the book and nothing works! The pill just won't go down; it feels like it's constantly bouncing back up. 😢 I honestly don't know what I'm doing wrong. It’s pretty obvious there's some subconscious fear of choking going on here. Is there even a theoretical chance that this thing could slip into my windpipe?
There's both a theoretical chance and a practical one—and in reality, those two things are basically neighbors. You could choke, sure, but the odds aren't exactly high. It's a slim chance. I deal with the exact same thing, so I totally get where you're coming from. Honestly? I just chew them up. 😬
slybison6 said:I've got the flu and my head feels like it's burning up—my nose and eyes are all red. Can I use some lard if I put it on my chest as a compress?
First off, there’s no such thing as having a "temperature in your head." You probably just mean you have a fever. When your body is running hot, pretty much everything is going to feel warm, even if your hands or feet feel cold for a second.
Second, spreading lard on your skin isn't going to do anything chemically to fight whatever bug is causing the fever. Any effect it has is purely physical; since fat acts as an insulator, it actually traps heat against your body, making it harder for that extra warmth to escape. Plus, it clogs your pores, which stops you from sweating, and sweating is how your body tries to dump heat.
If your fever hasn't hit 100.4°F, don't try to force it down. A fever is actually your immune system doing its job.
Get her to the ER right now. Numbness on half of the body is a massive red flag, and honestly, it’s pretty wild that you didn't catch how serious that was from basic common sense alone.
Look, I have to weigh in here. A few hundred people? Listen, you guys are out of your minds. 👍 That’s the whole catch right there. It is physically impossible to actually have that many friends. Not even Princess Diana had that kind of circle, and she’s long gone. 😵
I am honestly just sick of this whole MySpace generation. 🤮
And now you're coming for me? Just because you caught a glimpse of what I've got written on my profile. Get lost. Honestly, I actually dig this stuff. 😛 (I mean, they were decent enough right at the start, 😢 though.)
Fine, go ahead and dothis. Let’s not jump straight into an atonal growl just yet. 🤮
🙂 man, seriously, just too much 👍👍👍 You know what my dream is? I’m cruising through downtown LA, bumper-to-bumper traffic, and I hit a red light right next to some guy in a beat-up truck blasting cheesy country radio. I pull up, crank this stuff, and absolutely rattle his windows with the subwoofer while my crew is riding shotgun. That is pure OWNAGE. Total GLORY! 😈😈😈
Raymond Ortiz89 said:Oh sure, because Coca-Cola is just so healthy, right? Just keep drinking it. And here's another thing—think about those celebrity spokespeople for Coca-Cola, or when players for an NFL team sign sponsorship deals and have to commit to not drinking soda. They’re signing massive, long-term contracts, so what do you think the catch is? ☕
Maybe it’s because Coca-Cola is loaded with sugar? You know, so they don't all pack on the pounds? Did that ever cross your mind? 😉
Then you've got the people who act like carbonation itself is some kind of lethal poison... 🤣