Cracks_InTheWalls

I've done ziplock bags for cargo short contents before, speeds security checks up a lot.

Someone got really drunk and was in the bathroom willing to take all comers at a work function.

It was a shame, I liked working with them.

Naturopaths.

Don't get me wrong, I'm sure there's folks doing sane, evidence-based care in this area. But I've seen so much bullshit from practitioners, ranging from the grossly unethical to the blatantly dangerous, that I find them hard to trust about anything as a group.

Besides, we already have health professionals that can provide good, evidence-based care (issues like ego v. evidence/new findings to improve care notwithstanding - but there's crappy people in all fields) - we call them doctors and nurse practitioners. And we need more of those.

Man, ever since the early 2010s I've thought about Ender's Game a LOT - and it's always this part of the book, never the zero-g laser tag or genocide-by-arcade-machine parts.

Break falls are the only skill I've kept from my martial arts training, but it's literally the most useful one.

She has a husband, you know...

This is close enough. Thank you!

I would pay good money for an alternate dub track of KOTH by a voiceover cast with strong Japanese accents, reading Japanglish approximations of the original script with same inflections they'd use if it was a standard anime.

Boomhauer alone would be a fucking blast.

Fucking competence. I wish I was bumbling fool with severe Dunning-Kruger more often than I care to admit.

1. Pull down the packaging to expose the seal.
2. If there's a little 'extra' plastic bit attached to the ziplock, pull this and the other side. Using your thumbnail to loosen the seal while doing this can help.
3. Take a big whiff from the bag, then put your weed in a mason jar with a moisture pak like a decent human being.
4. Save the bag and bring it back to the dispo if they take empty packaging. It's probably still going into a landfill, but at least you can say you tried.

Alternatively, grab a knife or some scissors and skip to step 3.

As a kid, I thought Trailer Park Boys was an accurate, contemporary documentary about the world I lived in (or at least that of my friends who lived in the trailer park down the way).

Edit: Oh, and you had to go to a Chris Brothers store to buy Chris Brothers pepperoni - Sobeys didn't carry it yet. It was glorious every time.

I wanted to be option C sooooo bad until the money ran out on the first leg...

Maybe tomorrow...