Two years. Let the three year old do what he’s going to do , the midterms will pull his teeth or Vance will be stumbling along after the dear departed.
Stairs would only go down, forever, a loose step every so often, splinters on the handrail, 85 degrees, 90 percent humidity and elevator music from scratchy speakers. They are cooking cabbage and old socks in the basement also, which vents in the stairwell. Enjoy.
Somewhere long ago, I saw a figure of how much garbage flies eat worldwide. A very large amount. Of course they process it and leave the droppings but I suppose it’s a gain in that a lot of it is used up flying.
Everyone should just relax and ignore Donny as much as possible. He’s going to do whatever he’s going to and there’s not much we can do about it until the midterms. The mess he can’t help but make of everything he touches makes it certain quite a few republicans will be on their way out. When enough fertilizer has hit the fan, even die hard maga are going to have a hard time denying the truth.
No, I’m not crazy. The easiest way to do this is outside on a sunny day. Not looking at the sun of course. Unfocus your eyes to see the floaters, relax them a little more and you will see very active dots. I assume these are individual cells but would like confirmation. Another puzzle. If you are at the precise center of magnetic north pole, does a compass not move or spin?
The onions are at the back of the fridge, never used and forgotten about.