How so? You might not be required any longer to come in to work, especially if they think you could stir up some shit, break some plates on your way out. In fact, the company might even bar you from entering the premises if there’s a good reason for it, like “IP protection.” The company is only required to keep paying your wage, for 6 months in this case.

She only comes out at night, though.

Shouldn’t it be “he consulted his 4th brother”? Unless there’s one we don’t know about… yet.

Gotta have my cheap trinkets overnight! Won’t have it any other way!

Doesn’t that make the roads slippery? And if there’s a real cold wave, it all might flash-freeze regardless.

Coincidentally, I just found out a day ago that young Jack Black and Giovanni Ribisi starred in the same X-files episode, “D.P.O.”, in 1995.
It’s a pretty good one. On an unrelated note, this episode also features the IMHO best soundtrack of the series, with songs by James and Filter.

Another one of these unsolicited removed pics.

Something involving beans and jeans, more like.

Maybe she had turned around to look at him?

All I can think of is mold, mold, mold.

Hey, me too! I also did e and the Feigenbaum constant, though.

It’s about liability. Companies don’t want their salt returned to them after x years, especially not with some lame excuse. So they just define an expiration date y that’s far off enough to not drive customers away, but still minimizes the risk of complaints.
If a (big) customer successfully complains within this time span, they’ll simply decrease it.

Cats don’t go to school.

Doesn’t hat hurt? Serious question. I can only liken it to wiggling my balls, which always ends up being painful.

Yeah, I’d like to know if the cat was capable of scaling her own nest up for her human.

Tar is very problematic health-wise. Banned in some countries for this reason.

right about now, fart soul brother
check it out now, fart soul brother

I just remembered a story one my teachers once shared about his cousin. This woman, who in reality lived alone in a remote area, had always seemed to lead a vibrant life, sharing tales of her children and family over the phone. However, one day she suddenly passed away. When my teacher visited her home, he made a shocking discovery: piles of notebooks filled with meticulous records of the false stories she had told to others. It became clear that beneath her cheerful facade lay a deep sadness and isolation.