Drusas

I love this movie and have seen it many times, but I’m not sure rewatching it makes it all that much different. Do you have any examples to share?

Your lungs have a best buy date. Good luck! Oh, and your new pancreas? Fuggetaboutit.

I am, but I probably shouldn’t be. My organs are…not in the best shape.

I prefer to live in the middle of nowhere(ish) aside from the conservative culture which inevitably comes with it. I also like walkable city areas. I completely hate anything in between.

I don’t know if I could ever deal with (American) upstairs neighbors again in my life. The percentage of inconsiderate people meeting the percentage of multi-family housing with basically no soundproofing is a recipe for sleeplessness and rage.

Yeah, that’s why I made fun of you suggesting I do my own research.

You have completely misunderstood this entire conversation. I just said that medications are drugs. Are you high? Is that why you can’t figure out basic statements?

If so, that’s fine, you’re welcome to be high, but you might want to stop commenting on the internet.

Wow, did you miss the point. Yes, I was pointing out that ephedrine–a medication–is a drug.

And no, it is not as safe as you make it out to be. I have both “done my research” and spoken with a couple of physicians about it.

This is a drug, which OP said they’re avoiding. It’s also potentially dangerous.

I’ve heard of the “runners’ high”, but even as someone who used to be very athletic, all I ever got was the “runners’ ‘please fucking kill me right now so I never have to do that again’”.

Ask the Irish.

White rice, yes.

Defending totalitarian regimes and trying to get Biden to lose the upcoming election.

Is ‘G!’ supposed to be ‘Google’?

Homosexual whale rape. So in right now.

Don’t you ruin this for me.

One. Then I can kill myself and let them deal with it all.

Thank you. That’s what I’m trying to do. She’s been very spoiled.

My almost-two-year-old dog is expected to die very suddenly from cancer at any time. She’s the sweetest thing. I’ve even felt guilty that I’ve thought she’s going to be a better dog (for me) than my older dog is, who is wonderful. But she’ll never have the chance.

Meanwhile, my husband can’t deal with the occasional accident her cancer is causing and is threatening not to get another dog, knowing full well that planning for the next dog is what keeps me going because my life is ruled by chronic health problems and I live for my dogs.

Edit: I guess the more succinct answer would be: Have you ever cried so hard you started to vomit?

I’m just pointing out that whoever posted this decided intentionally to leave the Houthi part out of the headline.

*Houthis in Yemen