Hot tip, friend, thank you!!
Hot tip, friend, thank you!!
No, it says the kidnapper gave him to another couple who raised him. The relationship of the kidnapper to those people, what they were told, etc is unclear.
This is legitimately so wholesome from start to finish. No “orphan crushing machine” vibes - just a reminder that most people are generally decent and helpful humans.
From the sound of things, he took the money to help an abuser get his rape victim back ----- eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeshhhh
Life hack for OP and anyone else who ends up in this situation:
How did one look up bad words before the internet? Is “fuck” in the dictionary or like what?? Would librarians share such knowledge??
Genuine question who grew up with Google
Holy shit I’m involved in a similar situation - except we really, REALLY want it gone - it’s just a game of “if you give a mouse a cookie” trying to upgrade all the similarly fragile downstream stuff so we don’t blow up the entire operation when we switch.
Thank you! Especially appreciate the commentary below the wiki article - otherwise I’m not sure I would know who’s “winning” or “losing” in that mess.
Even if no one wins, sounds like he won by not playing.
Wait I don’t follow this stuff - what’s the tea on this?
Fun fact: even “regular style” crutches are not actually supposed to rest in your armpits! You are supposed to hold onto the arm portion and use them similarly to the above crutches. When we adjusted that for the spouse, we had to shorten the crutches by like 2-3 inches and he said it was WAY more comfortable.
There are some videos on YouTube by physiotherapists etc that were supremely helpful - recommend giving them a quick watch and readjusting your crutches.
Source: spouse recently broke the hell out of his foot and also Had Shit To Do™.
In Canada, A&W has cheaper prices for WAY better quality food. It was a few years back we were enjoying some “as a treat” and realized it was not just significantly better than McD’s, but also much cheaper, and we decided we just weren’t going back.
My household is partial to a couple of chicken buddy burgers in a time crunch.
I was at a relatively large chain bar this weekend and that’s how it was - one long normal halfway for the bathrooms with rows of normal doors on each side for “stalls”. They also used those toilets that have the sink in the top.
It was AWESOME, especially as a lady in a bar setting. Felt much more public and protected in the ways that matter (well lit shared hallway with lots of visibility and traffic) and private and secure in the ways that mattered. Especially with the sink and mirror also in the room, it was so nice to take a second to freshen up without trying to get out of there ASAP or worrying about dealing with some belligerent drunk wandering into the wrong bathroom on accident (BTW, much larger issue than “fake” trans women).
Loved it. 10/10 no notes. Everyone should do this.
Edit to add - it was also really nice from a disability standpoint, I think! Partner recently injured himself in an awkward manner, and it was MUCH less awkward helping him get situated in that setup - there was just the one shared handicap stall and it was right at the front, and no one batted an eye at me helping him all the way to it. No awkward walk past the urinals, haha.
On that note I also think that would be a killer setup with kids - no taking your “slightly-too-young-to-be-alone daughter” into the men’s room, no following her into the women’s room, and vice-versa. Good stuff.
That’s too bad, I’d love to see some “money lenders in the temple” action personally
Jesus H Christ
This is probably more in the spirit of the OPs question I think.
You actually made me lol in this airport thank you
Wow that’s a smug mug shot, holy moly.
That’s someone who does NOT think they just got caught saying the quiet part.
I never saw that one - do you have a link?
I feel like everyone deserves at least one job related “fuck you” style moral victory in their lives and that qualifies for sure.
For me it was when the WORST manager I have ever had called me back a year after I quit to ask me to come work for her again and got to laugh in her face and tell her I’d have happily accepted half the pay at her place to scrub toilets as long as it wasn’t working with her, but instead I was making double what she paid me to do my dream job.
I’ve never done cocaine, BUT I’m pretty sure I know what it feels like.