Thank you for sharing this. I'm going to try it out on my Italian friends :)
filtoid
Yes, particularly as I get older the equipment doesn't drain fully and needs a little help.
There's a rhyme about it "no matter how much you shake and dance, the last few drops go down your pants", well I choose to wipe instead of relying on the absorbance of my pants or trousers (the original saying is American so means trousers really).
At the end of the article, which is already a litany of clownish buffoonery, it states that after destroying (effectively) the MRI machine in order to retrieve the rifle, he failed to retrieve a loaded magazine. So it was just left on the floor as they left.
Edit: autocorrect had changed it to clownfish
If he were my boss I'd ignore him during work hours too, tbh.
I agree, the job of politicians is to reframe Trans rights as policies that benefit everyone. If everyone at a negotiation feels like they are winning you have a successful negotiation. Who cares if the new policy disproportionately benefits one group, we are all better off because of it, and in the case of Trans rights give them the same (non-codified) protections as everyone else.
(This is if course ignoring the oft used tactic of the far right which is to do the opposite and reframe beneficial policies (eh. ACA) as something that only benefits one group by calling it a funny name (eg. Obamacare), so it's easier said than done, but that is what the democrats should be doing more of, imho)
Gedit
First visit to the vet plays out like an Abbot and Costello sketch!
45 and 47
I live in Luxembourg and I have the same question!
I suspect it is trains going outside of the country but it's funny to see nonetheless. I think most trains originate from Luxembourg (when travelling to other countries over anything that would be considered a long distance which I suspect gives them a scheduling advantage).
I mean, yeah, he'd have to hold the phone, no way that thing would stay the nook of his shoulder with a neck like that!
"...they fight for airplane meals...", now we know what goes on behind the curtain, a Mile-High Fight Club!
It's Latin for "a person not welcome"