shadowsailor17 said:I think I'm on board with that idea.
It reminds me of how Einstein used to describe insanity—you know, that cycle of doing the exact same thing over and over again while hoping for a different outcome. To me, that feels like a pretty solid way to put it.
Take rolling dice, for instance. Every single time you throw them, the motion is practically impossible to replicate perfectly, yet we still expect a different number to show up. Does that count as the "same action"? What does that term even really mean in this context? Are there actually two identical actions in existence? I honestly don't think so...
electricviper2 said:Since you went through all the trouble of pulling my quotes, maybe walk me through what exactly you didn't get about what I said... like, which specific part of my sentence is actually "monstrous" to you? If you're hung up on the word 'hardcore', don't you think that might just be a little bit of colorful emphasis...🤔
Honestly, the sentence itself is pretty monstrous, so I'm not sure why you're even complaining🤷
And yeah, I am totally playing his lawyer here... 😁
Honestly, I feel like I’m just hyper-sensitive about everything lately, you know? It’s like my skin is too thin or something. Everything hits me way harder than it probably should. kaže: Look, I'll just be real with you—I’m definitely that kind of guy who once kicked a cat and then proceeded to smash it over the head with a brick.😁
Man, this brick is doing some straight-up magic!😍It’s just total darkness—a lethal combination.😈
...so yeah, that's the lowdown on those absolute monsters.
think about that!
you can mess with anything else, but leave my cats alone.☕
I’d honestly love to see him tortured for three hours straight with a red-hot pin, forced to swallow rocks, stabbed repeatedly, and then have nails coated in filth shoved through his eyes just so they’d fester... I'd pee on him, toss him from a second-story balcony onto the concrete, drag him through fifty yards of thorn bushes, douse him in tar and gasoline, lock him in a dumpster filled with ice for three days, run him through a trash compactor, and finally let the cats bury him in the sand
OT:His parents aren't to blame for him being such an absolute moron; he probably taught himself how to be that much of a jerk all on his own
Your Brain is 0 % Female, 100 % Male Your brain is just a restless beast fueled by pure testosterone You’re stone-cold focused, practically hovering on the edge of genius Every move you make is calculated, backed by a relentless fighting spirit You keep your emotions locked away in an ironclad vault... unless we're talking about anger, rage, or some good old-fashioned fury
I was looking at the instructions for a vitamin supplement, and it says kids should take two tablets a day while adults should take three, but...
What exactly do they mean by "kids" versus "adults"? Are we talking about the average healthy adult, or are they accounting for the most sensitive adult—say, someone weighing only 90 pounds? Because if the drug's effectiveness is tied to body mass, you'd think a heavier person would need more and a lighter person would need less. Or is this just a minimalist approach designed so that doctors and big pharma can protect themselves from lawsuits?
And if he's blonde, you just call him a little blondie...🙂
Emily Kim67 said:I’d just call someone like that a "blond-ish guy." (If I can claim the copyright on that, which I totally should) As far as I know, there isn't really an American English equivalent for a feminine term applied to a man. Not for brunettes or anyone else, really.
I don't know about you guys, but I’m honestly wondering how my head hasn't just exploded listening to Melody... she's like a broken record at this point. It’s always the same loop: poor her, her boyfriend who loves her but isn't a doctor, how sexy Brazilian women are, those curves, how she isn't really into doctors but it's not exactly a fetish either, how she gets a kick out of medical needles, how doctors are supposedly "superior," how much she loves her guy, how everyone else is just weird and jealous... People just don't get that a girl should have wide hips, and she's clearly proud of hers. The media is always pushing these busty blondes, but that's just not her vibe; she thinks smaller breasts are actually prettier, though she's definitely not insecure about it. Then there's the whole thing about how veterinarians are hot because they're smart, or how pharmacists are attractive, or how doctors *would* be hot if they weren't such massive egos... Her boyfriend is "special" and unlike any other man, he's hot and he loves her, and she loves him even though he isn't a doctor or a vet—he's studying pharmacy, which makes him smart, and apparently, he's into Brazilian and Hawaiian types. She judges people based on their kindness, she's got great curves and she's proud of them, even if she doesn't have huge breasts... she thinks small is better.🙂
Never giving anything to beggars—they're just disrespectful little punks
I was walking by the other day and he hits me with the "Got any spare change?!" line. As if I'm just supposed to hand over my cash right there under a streetlamp...👎