Yeah - really confusing. I worked it out as (c.) 6 inches and then further confused myself as to why I was thinking inches from metres. Wild. Luckily I’ve lived with both metric and imperial and am apparently bilingual.
Smoking (anything) close to non-smokers is a person problem. Like folk who play their music audibly on transport. It’s selfish and anti social.
3/20th of a metre is a wild measurement to read.
An actual, real, self-confessed, Hitler-loving Nazi? Yes. I’d punch them until my arm fell off and then I’d borrow my friend’s arm to punch them some more…
Yeah, sorry. I forgot the cows. His entire diet is: “beef, benzos and word salad.” I wish that, just for once, he’d drink a large glass of “shut-the-fuck-up” one day.
Couple of teeth, bit of an ear, part of a finger plus a couple of dents on my flesh. Something very big went “boom” near me. I’m also a bit deaf in one ear. I am incredibly lucky to have survived, let alone walk out. All of it will be patched up apart from the finger - even my hearing might come back. You might not notice if you pass me on the street but if you sat opposite me you probably would. It’s no big thing.
It’s easier for most people to believe that different coloured or dressed folk, or those that look the same but speak differently, are the reason your life is difficult. It couldn’t possibly be the people that look and sound like you that are your problem. In the UK it’s been said before that a white British guy in a factory job has more in common with a Jamaican bricklayer or a Polish chamber maid than they do with Boris Johnson. I believe that position.
That I’m missing a couple of body parts… nothing that big, major or important though so it doesn’t really hinder me.
Back on the Benzos? Go tidy your room and have a shower; you’ll be fine.
(One quick websearch later) Ah, I see. Thanks - that makes a lot more sense to me now. Good luck.
I don’t care if this sentence has a typo - I like how it reads.
More screen space in a smaller portable form is of tremendous use to some people - until projectors come of age at least.
This is impossible to answer. In one small city (pop c. quarter million) accommodation ranges from about 65k to a couple of million. Ostentatious opulence walks past homeless beggars. Some places have a choice of fibre optic networks whilst others are still using copper wire. (I pay approximately $13 a month for 100gb untethered 5g access, reasonably unlimited fixed access is probably c.$40 p.m.) There’s a choice of food at all qualities and prices. A choice of free public hospitals as well as a private fee-paying one too. There are areas where you can leave your bag on the table as you go to the bar and there are places that not even locals willingly choose to go. A massively mixed bag. The only major difference between Europe and the US (in cities) is that we can walk across ours, in any direction, crossing roads wherever and whenever we want to.
Honestly, where I operate, almost nobody uses (outgoing) sms/mms - unless their phone has actual physical buttons on it. It’s all iMessage for those who can or something like Viber for those who can’t. I can’t see why anybody would take a step backwards to RCS when it offered nothing that we haven’t already been doing for years - and it’s apparently network dependant.
In the UK they have two categories. One is Best Before and the other is Use By. A product will have one or the other but not both. One is a recommendation and the other is a command. And out of date cracker is different to out of date raw chicken. (eggs have a Display Until and a Use By date on the same pack).
That is true and equally worth pointing out too. I sometimes find it hard to distinguish between a heartfelt life lesson versus a platitude dressed in its Sunday best.
But remember most of all young adults: If you find yourself leaving often then the problem might be with you…
I found it tiresomely political and strangely dogmatic way too much of the time. I didn’t get the impression that there was a wide cross-section of people on there.
Unknown people can be called persons unknown…