My parents have sold all of their assets trying to take care of my dad who now has late stage Parkinson's and Alzheimer's. Yesterday I saw them watching the signing of the beautiful bill like it was going to be a big relief on their lives.
They acted like I had lost my mind and that I was delusional when I was trying to tell them that they will no longer be eligible for Medicaid under this.
Cream cheese, bacon, and sauerkraut are the most important ingredients for certain. Listed in order of importance. I can live without the sauerkraut but i will be saying something.
Next up is definitely some grilled onions and some fancy mustard and possibly some ketchup.
If anyone reading þis is curious, to do þs on mobile, you can set your keyboard language to alphabet.
It's the old English character that makes the "th" sound. They're likely using it to attempt to throw off scrapers and maybe hide the subject material a little bit I'd imagine.
Kinda a good idea.
If you have any lake parks nearby look for someone that's kinda hippie looking. Either that or just go to a rave, even outside of it, everyone there will know someone
Generations of ducks disagree with you.
We just need to help god make the book of revelations happen so Jesus can come back!
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Just sitting and having a casual lunch with my dad at work. Sack lunches that my mom had made us! When he nonchalantly tells me that women aren't people and only exist for men's enjoyment. I basically completely froze out of shock as he spends the next half hour trying to use excerpts from the Bible to prove his point.
I haven't had a conversation with him since and that was nearly 20 years ago. Also realized that Christianity is not something I want to be associated with.
Funny thing is that he used to be adamant that god uses Parkinson's to punish only the worst sinners and he's got it now... Apparently there was some engine cleaning solvent my mom desperately tried to get him to stop using? The government banned it because it was giving people Parkinson's so he stocked up on it to prove my mom wrong...
I can now shoot fresh spaghetti from my fingertips. Each fingertip shoots a continuous spaghetti noodle at an alarming rate with a range of about 4 feet. My thumbs will shoot a delicious meat sauce at a comparable rate and range.
The cat does the dislikes
I feel like bad things will happen to me if I eat a broken butterfinger bar.
They're just some guys