Duranie

Ok, anatomical horror story aside - what kind of creepy ass fuck knuckle "smirked deviously" at a virgin while deciding what to "do to her." Who is this written for?

Having assembled IKEA furniture, I'm pretty sure he didn't trap his sack during assembly lol.

Sitting on a stool with holes in it combined with a nice warm shower, scrotum relaxes, balls slip through a hole. The problem is that standing will try to yank both through at the same time, which just isn't going to work. I don't have balls of my own (someone who does please correct me if I'm wrong) but I'd imagine that after that startling moment, the scrotum would probably try to retract is contents for protection, which would make matters worse.

I work in hospice, so I'm in the homes of many, many elderly people. While it's not just the elderly, some people have balance, strength, endurance issues, or injuries that make standing and bathing risky. Falls are bad, falls when naked, wet, and onto hard surfaces are worse. You can purchase specialized medical equipment meant for shower use, but I can see someone using an inexpensive plastic stool as an alternative.

(yet)

Your parents are doing their best with the tools they have, but they're preparing you for the world they grew up in - not the one you will live in. The things you think are for other people? They're for you too. You can have them, it's just going to be a lot of work to get there.

I was 48 before things started turning around for me. It's amazing what finally getting a stable job and sleep can do for mental health.

I hope you find what meets your needs, friend.

I'm guessing there's serious calculations that need to be made here. Once the seal has been broken, gravity can aid evacuation and the momentum into a properly timed flush should carry it through.

I truly appreciate the fact that I can browse Lemmy for my entertainment, and easily walk away when I need to be an adult and don't auto smash the button when I open my phone.

To me this is a very, very good thing.

Before I started caring about my waistline, I used to make giant batches of home made macaroni and cheese a few times a month. My recipe is simple, but I recognize it's also probably an abomination when compared to proper techniques, but here's the thing - it's easy, forgiving, and it works!

Forgive my lack of measurements. I'm going to try, but I've just winged it for years.

3-4 cups of milk in at least a 2qt saucepan. Slowly heat to almost a simmer, stirring to keep the bottom from scorching. As it's heating, really mix about 1/2 cup milk and a couple fat tablespoons of flour. You want a good amout of flour, but loose enough to still be able to pour. When the milk is starting to ripple, slowly pour in the flour mixture while whisking.

This would technically be the hardest part. Don't add all the flour mixture yet. Flour thickens the most once it comes to a boil. Mix/whisk in about half, see how thick the mixture gets once it starts to bubble (watch for hot spatters!) When I make it I want like a gravy texture - not runny, not pudding, somewhere in between. Not thick enough? Add more flour mix. Too thick? Add a splash of milk. You just need it to bubble slowly for a couple minutes to achieve it's full potential.

Once you've gotten a decent texture (remember it will thicken a little more after cooling) take it off the heat. Add garlic powder, onion powder, whatever seasoning you want, just be careful with salt until you've tasted it with the cheese. Now that you've stirred it a bit, add your cheese and let the remaining heat melt it. Depending on if you're using shredded or cut a block into chunks, you may have to warm it a little on the heat if it gets too cold, but DON'T bring it back to a boil. There's a risk some cheeses might break if you do. Don't get it too hot and you should be good.

I fought with making a proper roux too many times. My "nobody knows what I'm doing alone in the kitchen" version was far easier (forgive me real chefs 😉.)

Purple Bag Syndrome for a fruity cocktail!

Before reading your comment I'd seen the image, laughed, and showed it to my adult son who also snickered. I then told him if he and his brothers don't do something similar when I'm gone, I'll be terribly disappointed.

Everyone has different comfort levels with death. I work in hospice so I see death regularly, and am about as comfortable as I can be with the idea. I hope my son's can be as comfortable too. We're very loving, but share similar sense of humor.

Throw in some subtle nuance in the delivery, and I've done similar to basically call someone a jackass to their face.

For a rough example - attending a kids birthday party in the presence of racist ex-inlaws. Somebody says something predictably racist, I say something obnoxious which on the surface sounds like I might agree with them for half a second, then the realization hits that I was making fun of them and I roll my eyes and walk away.