Even better, if you scour your local thrift stores you can occasionally find them for as little as $10 and all they typically need is a cleanup and a new toner cartridge.
I bought mine for $7 4 years ago and it's still working on the toner cartridge that was in the printer when I bought it.
Admittedly, I only print about 40 or 50 pages a year but that's a hell of a deal.
I do not have a vagina, but I have noticed that by myself 1 roll of tp will last 2-4 weeks, but when I have feminine company it becomes more like 1+ roll a week.
It's mind boggling how you need so much more tp than us guys do, not that I blame you cos it's different down there.
Maybe I'm more concerned that in 10,000 years of civilization no one has developed a better way. We have "spray with water" and "copious amounts of absorbent material".
Where's the 3 shells at, people?
I prefer strongly to date women who have a full-time job.
Every time I have bent that rule it has ended in tears.
One, my ex-wife never had a full-time job the entire time we were dating or married. She relied on me for all of the money which to a certain degree I was okay with, but also all of her entertainment.
To her, me coming home from work was an opportunity for us to spend time together, an opportunity to alleviate her boredom.
And of course, I was working hard so that we would have a happy home, so I get it, but because of that it required me to be "ON" 24/7.
I couldn't come home and relax or play video games or have personal time to de-stress because she had been bored all day and wanted company.
The more I tried to explain this to her, the more upset it made her, the more it made her feel like I thought she was a problem, or that I resented her for not working.
I tried repeatedly to tell her that she was my wife she was the person I was working to make sure she was happy just that I needed an opportunity to recharge my battery so that I could give it my all and with the current system I could not recharge my battery and I was flatlining.
I put up with it for years bringing this up on a regular basis, and I guess because I was not a total asshole about it, she just let me keep bringing it up rather than agreeing that something needed to change.
I wanted her to have a job because when you work it gives you purpose in your life. I wanted her to have a job because when you work it brings extra money into the household, which would have been all her money but she would have had money to spend.
I wanted her to have a job because it gave her an opportunity to talk to other people and to interact with other human beings and also so that we would be generally at the same energy level when we got home from work.
A lot easier to recharge with someone who's also recharging instead of attempting to charge someone who's depleted while you're depleted.
Ultimately it led to our relationship falling apart.
There were other factors on top of this but we couldn't address those because the bear in the room was I was completely exhausted and she was fucking miserable and I did not possess the wherewithal to both be a full-time provider for the household and a full-time caretaker for a fully grown adult woman and a good and loving husband and a good friend to her.
She wanted the Moon and the Sun and the stars and the asteroid belts and the planets and the kuiper belt and the Oort cloud and I made it to the Moon and the Sun and the stars and I just couldn't make it any farther.
So yeah, got to have a full-time job to be in a relationship with me. You got to have your own shit going on so that you're not 100% relying on me to be your end all be all for your entire life because I'm only barely enough for myself and I don't have enough to take on an entire additional human being on top of that.
Non-euclidean love triangle: Both people who are currently together wish they were with the same third person who lives too far away for a relationship to work.
There's a vast difference between a straight up no and opening a dialogue.
If I ask a girl out and she says sorry I have a boyfriend or sorry you're not my type or no thank you I'm just going to move on.
It's no skin off my back, thank you for letting me know before I waste of my time.
I just wish I had this same level of confidence in my teenage years as I do now.
Like you miss all of the shots that you don't take and I missed so many fucking shots.
I even had one girl laying on the bed next to me telling me about how she's had sex before and would like to try having sex again and I was like "well good luck with that, I mean, you're really pretty so you're probably not going to have any problems"
Consumerism requires that consumers be obsessed with the quest for the best.
They achieve that by making you dissatisfied with your current whatever. Your car doesn't have the latest and greatest entertainment system. It's five horsepower slower than the new model, due to its age it has maintenance requirements.
Your computer maxes out at 64 gigs of RAM. Your SSD is only 1 TB of storage and only works at 5,000 megabits per second where state of the art is 7,700.
The new game that you like will only get 60 frames per second when you're playing it. Better slap in a new $1,000 GPU or better yet buy a new $3,500 computer.
The girl you're seeing only has b cup titties, better talk her into getting a boob job. Get lipo. Go pay some surgeon $10,000 to make your dick a quarter of an inch bigger. Go buy a new house and new clothes, go on that big vacation and make sure you put it on Instagram so everyone knows how good you've got it.
As long as you are not content with your current lot, consumerism has achieved its goal.
Too bad that if the motion gets denied, chances are the jurors will never hear that Disney pulled this shit in the first place.
If I knew that I would do my best to give a hundred million dollars to the plaintiffs because Disney can afford it and they should be punished for being dick heads and that would be within our power as a jury to do.
I think part of the cognitive disconnect of when you see an actor age is that so much of their life is recorded and so much of our mental concept of them is locked in to the video that we have seen of them.
Then suddenly when you encounter them having aged normally it looks really weird.
If you really think about it, people are just donuts with anxiety
Got tired of losing in the first 30 seconds?
Idk, the #1 thing people said behind Dolly Parton's back and held against her was that she had fake tits.
I don't know. If I were young and single and fresh out of college with a six figure job offer at a San Francisco company, I would consider this, at least until I got my footing.
Sure, it might suck, but I could put up with a lot of suck in order to be able to pocket that much spare cash.