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I recommend celery, zinc, L-arginine, pygeum, lecithin, and lots of water.
Or just take a good quality black maca root supplement.

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"Surprise snacks".

When me and my girlfriend rented our first place together, I surprised her by pouring a very large tin of chopped tomatoes over her head, while she was sat in the bath. Lots of screaming and death threats ensued.

I ran away abruptly and finished my joint.

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You little rascal!
 
Yes definitely! Get me the pink ones please.
Cheerio. I'm gonna hold off until they go on sale. Honestly, didn't expect to be shopping for sneakers in the middle of winter, but since there's no snow or rain—just that dry, chilly air—I can pretty much get away with wearing whatever right now.
 
Those here who remember what life was like growing up as kids, what were the neighborhood parents like on your street(s)? Some friends and I were talking about old times and how back in the day the parents on the streets we lived on used to be grumpy, curmudgeony, miserable people who would often get into fights with kids. We used to do stuff that most kids used to do, we'd make fun of different neighbors or parents and we'd come up with pet nicknames of all the neighbors and when we were young sometimes we'd yell stuff at them across the street. Nothing vulgar. For example one of the adults on our block was named Frank and he was bald and we used to yell "FRANK IS BALD!" and then duck behind cars or if we did it indoors duck behind windows. And similar stuff to other parents on the block. And they would always get so mad. Cursing at us, telling us to "get the fuck out here, you little pieces of shit!" and we were only like 10-12ish.

I remember one parent even threw a rock at my head and it missed.

Now all of us are the same age they were when we were kids and none of us would remotely care if someone did the same thing to us. If anything we'd find it funny.

I'm curious if I just happened to live in a neighborhood with a bunch of miserable, grumpy parents or if parents were more commonly like that back in the day. What was your experience like in your neighborhoods growing up with similar things?
 
Those here who remember what life was like growing up as kids, what were the neighborhood parents like on your street(s)? Some friends and I were talking about old times and how back in the day the parents on the streets we lived on used to be grumpy, curmudgeony, miserable people who would often get into fights with kids. We used to do stuff that most kids used to do, we'd make fun of different neighbors or parents and we'd come up with pet nicknames of all the neighbors and when we were young sometimes we'd yell stuff at them across the street. Nothing vulgar. For example one of the adults on our block was named Frank and he was bald and we used to yell "FRANK IS BALD!" and then duck behind cars or if we did it indoors duck behind windows. And similar stuff to other parents on the block. And they would always get so mad. Cursing at us, telling us to "get the fuck out here, you little pieces of shit!" and we were only like 10-12ish.

I remember one parent even threw a rock at my head and it missed.

Now all of us are the same age they were when we were kids and none of us would remotely care if someone did the same thing to us. If anything we'd find it funny.

I'm curious if I just happened to live in a neighborhood with a bunch of miserable, grumpy parents or if parents were more commonly like that back in the day. What was your experience like in your neighborhoods growing up with similar things?

We once kicked a ball one too many times into a guy's garden & collected it. He came out shouting stuff. One of my mates shouted back calling him a wanker.
His response - "I'll fucking wank ya"

He didn't put much thought into that reply.

Also had a neighbour who would shaved in front of the bathroom window. He was called Gillette.

Another drove a Reliant Robin. He was called 'Old Three Wheeler'.
 
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Most of the adults in my childhood were quite pleasant. But we didn't antagonize them.

For example one of the adults on our block was named Frank and he was bald and we used to yell "FRANK IS BALD!" and then duck behind cars or if we did it indoors duck behind windows.

Good thing Frank's name wasn't Elisha and this wasn't biblical times, or God would have summoned two bears to maul you.
 
I don't know why, but this is the best picture to show what long term relationships are like

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Awesome movie btw
I've been sitting with this idea for a while. I don't know why I can't shake it, but The Blair Witch Project is actually a perfect, if strange, metaphor for marriage. They're stuck together trying to survive, but they can't stand to be around each other.
 
I've been sitting with this idea for a while. I don't know why I can't shake it, but The Blair Witch Project is actually a perfect, if strange, metaphor for marriage. They're stuck together trying to survive, but they can't stand to be around each other.
Hm, that's pretty deep, man.

But that movie is not The Blair Witch Project. It's "Repulsion" by Roman Polanski.
 
If The Blair Witch project is a metaphor for marriage then I don't want it
The story ends with their death. The question of whether they die alone or accompanied is, in the end, irrelevant. That outcome was already locked in by the path they chose.

I'm still puzzling over the role of the witch. Her unseen presence feels symbolic, but of what?
 
I'm curious if I just happened to live in a neighborhood with a bunch of miserable, grumpy parents or if parents were more commonly like that back in the day. What was your experience like in your neighborhoods growing up with similar things?
Honestly, that wasn't really my world. I grew up all over the place—like, ten countries before I even graduated. But weirdly, I still totally had that classic millennial childhood.

My cousin, on the other hand — he's only two years older — but he stayed in the same town, same street his whole childhood. His neighbourhood friends? Real mixed bag. Some good kids, some real bad apples. I'd join them for footy sometimes.

This was back when no one was glued to screens. We were all outside. And man, you made one stupid choice with the wrong friend, and next thing you knew you were looking at jail time. It was that simple. Youth culture really was different.
 
The story ends with their death. The question of whether they die alone or accompanied is, in the end, irrelevant. That outcome was already locked in by the path they chose.

I'm still puzzling over the role of the witch. Her unseen presence feels symbolic, but of what?
"The story ends with their death. The question of whether they die alone or accompanied is, in the end, irrelevant. That outcome was already locked in by the path they chose."

If they die alone the wife has left them and they drink themselves to death if they are not alone the wife drives them to suicide

"I'm still puzzling over the role of the witch. Her unseen presence feels symbolic, but of what?"

sometimes there is no way out of the situation your in
 
I tried to solve the oldest question in human history. What comes first, the chicken or the egg?

I ordered chicken on one Amazon account and eggs on another. Both showed up at the same time. We back to square one!!
 
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