I’ll never get the vague vinegar stains out of my hand
I’m a dude in Oregon. I regularly make bad life decisions and do not make a habit of learning from my mistakes.
I’ll never get the vague vinegar stains out of my hand
Imagine getting fitted with body armor suited for a different body type and having to just deal with it when rounds are coming at you. Yeah, we need a new language to make sense of non-cis people in the military, but we shouldn’t sacrifice their lives because of it.
I bet you’re in the same boat. In the interim, we use the language necessary to keep us alive and respect everyone in our crew in the process. But yeah, guys calling girls “females” outside of that is weird and definitely a red card for dating. That should be the brunt of our attention.
…Or a really vicious black/red deck. Sac the corpos, homie.
I know a lot of people, I’m inclined to believe the “1 in 15” thing is flagrantly untrue or working off of leveraged assets.
Someone needs a heat pump!
Room temp is ~21 degrees. That helped me a lot.
Lab rat here. I got you fam! Let’s collectively believe that BTU’s are real!
Wait…
How else will you get that gorgeous metallic flavor that portends your teeth falling out?