Huh. Holy fucking shit.

My favorite hoodie has a bunch of features like this. Zipper is a bottle opener, it has various specialized pockets hidden throughout, the front chest pocket is designed to be a coozie/can holder, pretty sure you can run headphones through it somehow, it folds into a pillow, it’s lined with reflective material in the seams, etc. It is/was amazing, but it ripped in a way I haven’t been able to keep repaired after years of wear. :(

wat thang do it do, doe?

…I didn’t read Harry Potter and can’t tell if you’re joking?

Speaking from experience, you have to admit it IS quite rare. Like it’s probably just common enough to raise-up another frustrated, powerless minority. I do have kids, by the way, so it’s not an anti-kid rant.

I only did it once, because I hated the teacher and I guess I thought that would send a message. I was immediately caught and the kid who saw me pocket it kept saying I “liked mouse balls,” so it really backfired pretty spectacularly.

It’s really incredible how timely it is 100 fucking years later.

Just awful. I remember sitting on the couch, friends were over, my ~1-year-old son was sick/feverish but still happily toddling about, came over to me, eyes rolled back, he collapsed backward and was convulsing. I picked him up and was cradling him, sort of yelling at/pleading with him/trying to comfort him? Just panicking basically. Friends called ambulance, I ran outside in barefeet holding him still completely limp. Ugh. There was absolutely no thinking, in that moment, that “this is totally fine and okay/harmless,” even though that was the general response of the various, multiple hospital people.

As a baby, my son went through a period of febrile seizures. Basically, if he got a fever, it could cause him to have seizures. Even after learning what was happening and that it was “harmless,” it was an absolutely chilling/gut-wrenching experience, but the first time was particularly nightmarish.

Think of what we could be doing with that urine if we actually invested in recapturing it.

This mashup is great. i cri evrytim

I’d still like it back, please.

Well, not the women, obviously, because they’re already women.

It seems easy, until you walk a mile in their socks.

If you want to finally be normal, just give your home to me.

I still aim to have mine returned, if it’s the last thing I do. Really makes you wonder who’s profiting off all those ill-gotten foreskins.

That’s the opening scene of an X-Files episode for sure.

I’ve pushed 300 pounds and I’ve been in-shape sufficiently that some bulge-y muscles were showing.

The difference in day-to-day fucked with my head in ways I didn’t expect. And you don’t exactly get a ton of sympathy. “Holy shit, why is everyone staring at me.” It’s just a lot after spending most of your life invisible.

Not true, though! I just think it makes my shelves look nicer. I know where everything is, like OP says.