And suddenly I'm standing on a rooftop in Orgrimmar again. I just want to find a healer for my dungeon, but it's anal [eviscerate] as far as the eye can see.
I think I'm the odd man out here, I'm always fully dressed at home. My wife never understands why I wear shoes in her house, but my feet are cold and I'm not going to buy another pair of shoes (slippers) when I already have shoes that are perfectly warm and comfortable.
Quick Googling puts snow at 1-20 pounds per cubic foot, depending on moisture content. Using conservative numbers of one foot of snow, 7 feet wide, and 15 feet long that could be 105-2100 pounds. On the low end, I can't see that being enough weight to matter, and on the high end, that might seriously strain some vehicles suspensions.
Also as someone in the Midwest that got hit by snow flying off the top of an uncleaned car this morning from several hundred feet away, I don't care how much weight it is. Clean off your car.
I mean sure both parties are going to serve the Almighty shareholder by finding reasons to avoid wealth taxes, upholding capitalism where the strongest survive (except for corporations that lobby well and need bailed out of course), and using their positions in the government to personally profit. But at least one party is going to recognize that trans people are humans, make an effort to oversee environmental or workers rights, or even admit that human beings deserve to eat in the process.
While a boiled steak would certainly taste terrible, as a strictly salt, pepper, ripping hot cast iron, steak enjoyer, steak tastes just fine by itself. Well by itself with the Maillard reaction.
I'm thinking of the hot dogs. While being chewed, swallowed, and digested seems like a horrible end, it can't really be much worse than their conception was to begin with. Such is the life of a hot dog.
I use one of these to eat lunch at work without having to store/carry two utensils. I have never used the knife, but I do find the double sided spoon fork combo very useful, even if it does draw a little chiding from my coworkers.
I've had similar thoughts. Maybe not a rotation, but a compulsory period of service following high school that where people can select from a variety of public service assignments.
I once got a fishing hook in the back of my calf. Since the hook was barbed we did not try pulling it back out, so my dad pushed it the rest of the way through then cut the end off. I'm not exactly signing up to do it again, but all things considered it wasn't too bad.
Good on him for taking a hike. The first photo trips me up. Was the hike to the middle of a highway? Is there a placard or historical marker there in the middle of the highway?
It ruined Finding Nemo for me.