That’s ridiculous. Fish have haptic neurons. The ability to feel through the sense of touch is integral to kinesthetic activities like swimming, eating, and sexing.
That’s ridiculous. Fish have haptic neurons. The ability to feel through the sense of touch is integral to kinesthetic activities like swimming, eating, and sexing.
Serves OP right for eating meat
Damn, the battle maids have really stepped up their game
Deathworlds are mainly described in non-hfy stories, like Warhammer 40k. The idea that earth is a deathworld is a recent idea, just as hfy itself is.
Why would any man go through chemical castration to punch a woman in the face when he can just become a conservative politician?
No. I said it was a weird compliment and I meant it. It’s weird to call this movie theatre guy a moral n*rcissist. He doesn’t act like one at all!
I agree with what I think you’re trying to say, which is that moral narcissism is good, but I don’t think moral n*rcissists are smug assholes. I think they’re people with a pathological need to improve and treat others with kindness.
That’s a really weird compliment
“I was never one to hold a grudge, Jeffrey. My father held grudges. I’ll always hate him for that.”
TV too high
You have a funny idea of ethics, I’ll tell you that.
Do the prints slowly release microplastics into the water that kill the urchins?
But make sure you do so quickly after the dryer is done. Otherwise they’ll cool down and the creases will set.
It worked on me. I went vegan because I was ashamed of eating meat. If you’re not a vegan then I don’t think you have any perspective on what’s effective at getting people to go vegan.
I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.
“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”
“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”
“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”
The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”
“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”
“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”
He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”
I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.
“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.
“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.
“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”
It didn’t seem like they did.
“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”
Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.
I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.
“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.
Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.
“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.
I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”
He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.
“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”
“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid?”
“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”
I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.
“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”
He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.
They’re bad for the environment if they get out of the house, and a lot of people have made fair arguments that they’re not actually a domesticated animal.
Yes. Don’t raise your kids at the bus stop if you can’t play nice with the bus people. That bird had ample time to realise that people are always using the bus stop. Bird should have laid eggs somewhere peaceful. Now bird is being an asshole for no reason as a response to its own bad choices. We should kill off asshole birds like that and let the species evolve smarter and less mean.
Fun fact: a lot of fairy tales have wolves going after humans with a ferocity you will not see in nature. This is because back when those stories were written, they did. However, humans are vindictive. Man-killer wolves would be hunted down with spears and killed. Over time, wolves evolved to be more cautious of humans and less aggressive. And now our wolf problems are solved.