If she does this daily, then her body is used to it. You won’t lose weight or gain muscle by walking the same set of stairs each day. It takes challenging the body to change it. So yeah, it’s entirely possible that she looks like this, even though she swims regularly.

I’d imagine its intended functionality was impossible to achieve, given the materials used. People who trip often have delusions of grandeur, so I think it probably, overall, just uselessly conducts electricity. Until they try it, we’ll never know.

“An over-abundance of dihydrogen monoxide”
-Rotten Tomatoes

Quoted from the person who originally made the claim: “...It would take a nuclear reactor consuming all of the matter of the universe several times over to produce the sound in the first place, so that’s kind of moot.”

Bowen app a teet

Learned it from useless facts sites.

This is where authentic spaghetti comes from.

Actually, before tampon companies, pad companies had a woman prototype. It was wildly unsuccessful, because they forgot to add genitalia. After the failed prototype, the pad companies went bankrupt, and THEN tampon companies came to rise, creating the actual woman.

People rarely, if ever, listen to the entire discography of a band/artist that is part of the hate bandwagon. Usually, there is at least one or two songs that they could potentially enjoy. I thought I hated Carly Rae Jepsen because of “Call Me, Maybe”, but she actually has some awesome b-sides.

Happy fuzz bend, happy husband. We have hope...now we just have to figure out what it means...

(1) I was at a job for 3 months (chef at upscale burger joint), where I was working 80-85 hours/week. It was a living nightmare. Eventually, I was the only employee, working open-close 7 days/week. I practically lived there. The money was great, and I was paid under-the-table for my overtime, but I wasn’t even receiving manager pay! I was doing everything that a manager would, and then some. The owner was a real psycho. I could never read him, but his eyes were cold as all hell. He would only smile when he wanted you to know he was joking. The kind of person that makes you sweat from fear and discomfort. He has a record of tax-dodging, paying for escorts, luring teen female employees to his house to “clean for extra money” (you can guess that they weren’t there to clean), he would sue employees if they quit on the spot, claiming they stole from the till, and even had a mail-order bride. This guy was Satan. He got away with all this because he was buddies with the judges...he is also...

(2)...a multi-millionaire. Most of his money comes from reinventing hotel menus. Originally, when one would Google his other restaurant, his prostitution charges would come up, so he changed the name and location of that restaurant. No more prostitution charge result on Google. This guy knew exactly what he was doing. I quit on my 3-month there. I told the very recent hire that I was leaving after he clocked-in. I took pictures of the till and my uniform hanging up, so I had photo evidence in case he tried to sue me. I texted him to never contact me again, and referenced the pictures. He never tried to sue, but this guy was so fucking creepy, that he would find me at random times, such as me eating downtown. He must have had friends looking for me. Eventually, the judges couldn’t expunge his crimes anymore, and last I had heard, he’s on the run and his restaurants are all shut down. His name is Marc C. Waltzer, if anyone wishes to do some digging on this monster.