Absolutely unfun semi-related fact:
Sometimes when one eye is injured, the injured eye has to be removed or your body will decide the uninjured eye is bad and your immune system will destroy it.
If the injured eye has no chance of recovery, they scoop it out.
The fascists still believe we can vote or eat out of it, it they wouldn’t be working so hard to break voting.
The trouble with having the world’s tiniest violin is you can never find it when you need it.
Right in choice of target, perhaps?
That’s what I assumed they meant, but I’m not sure.
You could ask them.
How did they say he did?
Could, but we won’t.
More like half a pint, unless you’re bartender is a lunatic.
I never liked beer. It just tastes like shit to me. I’m also not a fan of dry wine, so I don’t usually go for that. I do like mixed drinks.
I very rarely drink. My wife’s older brother was killed by a drunk driver. I met her after that, but I got to see the impact it had on their lives. So, if I’m driving I won’t touch any alcohol.
When my kids were young, and I was still in the on call rotation at work, I was always either driving the kids around or I was on call, so I couldn’t drink.
Now the kids are grown, and I don’t take call anymore, but it just never occurs to me. Very rarely, my wife and I will go to a restaurant within walking distance of our house. If we go there, I’ll have a couple long island iced teas. To give you an idea of the frequency, we’ve gone there three times in the last seven years. We might also open a bottle of wine at holidays.
I never was part of the drinking culture. My wife and I started dating when we were in high school. We’ve never been the sort to go to a bar or a nightclub.
When my kids were young and in karate, we would go to parties with the other karate parents. My wife and I were shocked by the dads who would get absolutely plastered at these parties. When we asked, they said they drink like that every week.
I get “we said we don’t want our picture taken” vibes from this.
I’m not saying he is unintentionally a scumbag, I’m saying he didn’t intend to describe himself.
He’s also unintentionally describing himself.
You know, I should’ve realized that I didn’t want to know. Now I’ve added another item to the long list of things I can’t unlearn.
Only a little bit.
That reminds me of the most concern I’ve ever seen in my older brother’s eyes.
We were young. He punched me in the solar plexus, and I couldn’t breathe.
There was genuine concern when he thought he killed me.
I’ve seen a bunch of dead bodies. You live long enough, people die, funerals happen. That’s kind of routine.
I also found a coworker who died at work.
I was his supervisor. He had taken Monday & Tuesday off to work on his house with his brother. On Wednesday I got a call from the police where he lived. He was supposed to meet up with his brother on the previous Saturday, but he never showed up. The police called me to ask me to check if he was in his office.
He had stayed late on the Friday before his time off and died there.
That workday was pretty much over at that point. I’m not sure I needed any kind of training to deal with it. Not really sure what form that training would take.
I had a week or two where I would see his body when I closed my eyes.
It was natural causes. He was in his sixties, and he was pretty much a functional alcoholic.
He had a GI bleed. We found out later that he had an appointment scheduled to see a doctor about it. From what we pieced together afterwards, he had been vomiting &/or shitting blood and hiding it. He should have gone to the ER, but I’m not surprised he didn’t.
I do kind of have most other managers beat when it comes to tough supervisory situations.
We had a deal. Our moron-in-chief trashed it. Why would anyone agree to a U.S. deal when we abandon them for bullshit reasons?
The only thing President Pedophile’s war has demonstrated is that Iran needs to develop nuclear weapons.
To be fair, it’s nostupidquestions not nostupidresponses.
Yeah, the immune system can be moronic. Intelligent design my ass.
However, there’s something extra special about getting poked in one eye and having your own immune system decide that an eye for an eye means your good eye has to die.