Well, it’s definitely wrong about lemons. How dare he. Also, how is he eating grapefruit that it’s considered that difficult?

Or we could put him into a cybertruck and launch them both into space. Seems a lot more efficient.

https://www.reddit.com/r/actuallesbians/comments/1gznkxp/ok_heres_an_actual_hear_me_out_lineup

Obviously some are basically fine but most are in “No I will not hear you out, actually” territory for me.

A jacked dude in a costume, too. Definitely not the weirdest hear me out I’ve ever seen. I saw a lesbian list the other day that was legitimately terrifying.

I was partial to, “Hey, fucko.”

To sum up, Aldi did the same thing a lot of retailers do, which is raising their prices and then having a “sale,” they got caught, and the court agreed they did it. No info about any kind of consequences.

My coworker had a full hysterectomy in her late 30s for the same reason and she’s described it as basically a living hell for about a year. Just a complete nightmare where she felt like her body completely turned on her and she had no control over anything it was doing - hearing about it made my attitude about keeping my ovaries much more enthusiastic. BUT she was pretty much fully through menopause after that year, so the good news is that your wife’s situation is likely pretty temporary. The bad news is that a year can feel like much longer when things aren’t going well, and I’m guessing she can’t do any hormone replacement to ease her symptoms because of the cancer risk. I did keep my ovaries and I’m still having some hormonal nonsense (pseudo hot flashes are not making me real optimistic about the real thing, let me tell you), so I can only imagine how much that sucks.

The thing is, you’re probably not actually doing anything wrong, it’s just a total tsunami of fuckery in her body atm that’s making her feel that way. I would suggest marriage counseling, because it’s possible that a neutral third party can help your wife see that, even though she’s not totally in control of her body or feelings right now, she still doesn’t get to make you feel like shit and she might end up destroying a relationship she still wants once she’s past this stage. There’s no easy solution, though, it’s just everyone putting their heads down and pushing through it, unfortunately.

Oh damn, I haven’t tried it because I have so much hot sauce that I’m on a no buy. I still have a bottle of the Huy Fong new stuff my mom bought without realizing it wasn’t as good, but I was planning to try the Underwood one as soon as I run out.

Apparently the original supplier for Huy Fong (Underwood Farms) makes their own version now, and it’s how Huy Fong used to taste.

I’m gonna, though.

I’m not personally insulted. I just think it’s incredibly shitty to treat dating like some kind of caste system where people “belong” at a certain level. I can see why you said you can’t “score” anyone that you view as more attractive when you view things that way.

To anyone who considers a good personality attractive, I’m guessing dating you would be considered scraping the bottom of the barrel.

He was worried one of them would overthrow him. Which they did, so he wasn’t wrong, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t chew the kids, since he ate a rock in a blanket instead of Zeus/Jupiter. Goya’s depiction might’ve been more successful.

I’m assuming that if the genie is giving you the money, magic will take care of some of those concerns.

For everyone who is not Saturn, eating your children is really not recommended though.

I haven’t used it for personal stuff in years. My employer uses it for office supplies, so I’ve occasionally ordered work stuff, but even that is as little as possible, and only things where it won’t matter if the quality is just so so, because you can’t trust that you’ll get the real thing anymore. Plus, I don’t want to sift through 10k listings of sweatshop garbage to find the thing I’m looking for.

I don’t have meat, I just think penne is the worst pasta.

It’s not penne, and that’s a hill I’m willing to die on.

I always did, but I pretended like I was above it for a long time. I think it felt uncool to care about that kind of thing? I don’t know, I was insecure. Now that I’ve run out of fucks, my house is really colorful and I love it. Beige everything makes me wish for the sweet release of death. Depending on how old your kids are, they might be going through a similar phase, and maybe they’ll outgrow it too.

I suspect NK will kill their families if they refuse to come back, but I’d be completely unsurprised if some fake their deaths and try to disappear.