It’s a portmanteau of “Minnow Palls,” because doctors used to believe it was caused by a cloud of small fish surrounding those experiencing it.
Snails and slugs are one of the few insect infestations I get excited over. They vary so widely in sizes, they’re cute to watch. They used to steal cat food from a bowl we had outside.
One time, I thought it’d be easier to just dump the fries or whatever from the basket onto the plate. And it worked, except all of the accumulated old oil and crumbs also came out, too. That was pretty gross.
I’ve got a keg of Zima and O’Doul’s on-tap.
I mean, c’mon.
Right or wrong? I can hardly tell.
That’s just cheesy bread from Papa John’s. It’s pretty decent.
Then I hope you’re okay with your partner sharing YouTubes with other people.
Trying to keep up with you
But I don’t know if I can do it
Oh, no! I’ve bread too much!
I haven’t bread enough!
I never knew that. That’s really funny. Elizabeth Berkley just couldn’t catch a break.
Whoops, thanks, fixed it!
Don’t worry, he’s just foolin’! Everything is great!
Did it explain what that was supposed to look like? Just “free love” or was it trying to systematize it in some way?
Could also be a lot of legless torsos flopping about, as well as torso-less legs, and all sorts of other less-precise halves.
Isn’t “an annoyed Aubrey Plaza” redundant?
I recently had a friend tell me I “don’t age” or “age in reverse.” Something like that. My secret?
I was way, way fat when I was younger. My head looked like a thumb with vaguely discernible facial features. I was pushing 300 pounds and miserable. Truly hated myself. I steadily lost weight and mostly learned to keep it off (keto was huge, but not totally essential), then slowly added muscle. I’m not jacked. But the net effect is I look less like a puddle of misery than I used to.
Also Minoxidil! $30 for six-month-plus supply of the Walmart brand and it’s been working better than expected, even at only half the recommended amount.
Yeah, don’t misconstrue me as supporting the messages of Chick tracts. I think their absurdity is (hopefully) inherently clear. They’re insane.
What’s especially wild to me, personally, is that I grew up reading these as a very young kid, like single digits. I would be excited when I saw a new one, because it was a “fun comic” to read to pass the time in church! It’s so, so, so, so, so, so fucked up. There was a spinning rack of them in the lobby of every church of a certain stripe.
How many vials of tritium do I need until my bluff in the bank lobby is no longer an empty threat?