Thursday, March 31, 2016

Non furnished home personalfinance

So my girlfriend (F20/, $1,500/month) and I (M19, $1,500/month) recently had a baby boy and both of our parent's homes are toxic. We just got accepted to rent a manufactured 3 bd and 2 ba home for $995 a month. No problem there, except that the only appliances it comes with are an oven/range, microwave, and dishwasher. It doesn't come with any furniture either. So we both know that the most important things to buy first are a refrigerator and a mattress. We can use our mattresses we have now, but that's only a temporary fix. What is the best way to fill up our house with appliances and furniture?



Submitted April 01, 2016 at 11:57AM by Grapejam360 http://ift.tt/1X1Kxve personalfinance

Refrigerator Services Delhi,NCR repair

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Submitted April 01, 2016 at 10:43AM by onlinehomeservices http://ift.tt/1VdQtSM repair

{Request} Draw me? ICanDrawThat

I am Billdow00 http://ift.tt/25zeDvU a Buding NewTuber With no money and Big Dreams. I would love any and all art work of me I can get my hands on. I love this community so much I thought Id make another Request. Mosley I want to have this art for myself. I never seem to keep stuff for to long, My house has burnt down a few times in my life and I have lost everything and Recently I realized I take a lot of the stuff I have lost for granted. I see the Little Drawing of me I got the last time on my refrigerator everyday and it inspires me... I Did not realized how much It would Mean to me. Any art will be featured on my Youtube,Twitch,twitter and anywhere I can put it. Also Shutouts on all my stuff:D



Submitted April 01, 2016 at 09:05AM by billdow00 http://ift.tt/1pPkkoH ICanDrawThat

[LF] Wishlist [FT] Bells ACTrade

Sets:

  • Alpine Set (I'll pay more if it has the dark wood and wave recolour combo)
  • Cabin Set
  • Minimalist Set
  • Modern Wood Set
  • Sloppy Set
  • Cardboard Set
  • Gorgeous Set (I'll pay more if it has the pink recolour.)
  • Lovely Set
  • Exotic Set
  • Exquisite Set
  • Gracie Set

Clothes

  • Crown
  • Butterfly Dress
  • Yellow Bow
  • Chima Jeogori Dress
  • Kimono
  • Kimono sandals
  • Paper Parasol
  • Peach's Parasol (Are fortune cookies tradable? I'm not sure)

Stray Pieces of Furniture:

  • Claw Foot Tub
  • Bathroom Sink
  • Toilet
  • Fire Place
  • Deluxe Range
  • Kitchen Corner
  • Kitchen Sink
  • Refrigerator
  • Computer
  • Cork Board
  • Copy Machine
  • Shoji Screen
  • Blossom Lantern
  • Tea Table
  • Azalea Bonsai
  • Festive Lantern
  • Low Screen
  • Paper Lantern
  • Paper Wall Lamp
  • Shoji Board

Random Walls:

  • Modern Screen
  • Neutral Wall
  • Ornate Wall
  • Parlor Wall

Random Floors:

  • Neutral Floor
  • Planked Tatami
  • Tatami

I'll accept pretty much any offer, I prefer you come to my town, but if that can't be done for whatever reason I can go to yours.

I have to make dinner right now, but I'll be back at 8:00 PM PST and will be around till 10:30 PM Just leave a comment of what you have and for what you want to sell if for and when I return we can set a trade time.



Submitted April 01, 2016 at 07:37AM by secretlyacuttlefish http://ift.tt/1ZP6Kyv ACTrade

What's in Your Refrigerator? AskReddit

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Submitted April 01, 2016 at 06:17AM by poster213 http://ift.tt/1Y2SkZU AskReddit

{Open Request} Draw me? DrawForMe

I am Billdow00 http://ift.tt/25zeDvU a Buding NewTuber With no money and Big Dreams. I would love any and all art work of me I can get my hands on. I love this community so much I thought Id make another Request. Mosley I want to have this art for myself. I never seem to keep stuff for to long, My house has burnt down a few times in my life and I have lost everything and Recently I realized I take a lot of the stuff I have lost for granted. I see the Little Drawing of me I got the last time on my refrigerator everyday and it inspires me... I Did not realized how much It would Mean to me. Any art will be featured on my Youtube,Twitch,twitter and anywhere I can put it. Also Shutouts on all my stuff:D



Submitted April 01, 2016 at 03:34AM by billdow00 http://ift.tt/1SpYsrh DrawForMe

Found 3 different yellow notes...what are they for? h1z1

here are the 3 notes

  • small cardboard note -hastily scrawled note -refrigerator note

what do i do with them?



Submitted March 31, 2016 at 11:51PM by DropNtheHAMM3R http://ift.tt/1UFyGp6 h1z1

Copenhagen Mint Can Design DippingTobacco

After storing my can of Cope mint in my fridge for about 4 hours I came back to find my entire mini-Fridge smelling minty. I took out the can I had placed inside and found that the Body of the can and lid was not holding together that well and the lid wasn't "clicking down" as it normally does. If my can was upside down it would have taken a couple of taps to the top to send all my dip flying onto my carpet. My theory is that the plastic shrunk from the coldness of the refrigerator. I thought it was strange and I'm thinking that it may have something to do with the new can design being different than other Copenhagen cans such as wintergreen/straight/ect. I would actually compare the new design to any Grizzly product and I actually spend a good amount of time trying to pop down the the bottom when I first bought it. Also I would like to add that I haven't had any "God's pinch" taken from any of my Cope Mint cans which has been a pleasant surprise. Anyhow, I was wondering if anyone has had this problem after keeping their cans in the fridge.



Submitted March 31, 2016 at 12:40PM by WetterThanaLake http://ift.tt/1ZMxFed DippingTobacco

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Cowra Refrigerator, Vertical Freeze Dowerin Appliances

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TIFU by eating spoiled shellfish tifu

This happened a few years ago, but I never found the right space to tell this story. So here goes.

When I was in high school, my parents rented this house where we had a property manager who was impossible to deal with. She was unnecessarily bitchy and woulnt fix anything unless it presented an immediate health risk. Now our refrigerator had been leaking and not consistently staying cold for about month but she refused to do anything about it because it hadn't yet proved harmful.

One night when my dad was out of town, we reheated some shrimp alfredo that had been in the fridge for two days or so. My mother, my younger sister, and I all ate it but my youngest sister refused because it would make her "fat" (she had wanted pizza).

A couple hours later, we got a call from the care facility my demented grandmother was living in that my mom needed to come right now because grandma had been caught smoking with her oxygen on, was refusing to give up the cigarettes, and had hit the nurse who had tried. My mom packed us into the van because at this point those of us who had eaten the pasta were feeling pretty queasy and she didn't want to leave I'll children alone.

Now normally my mom makes us go in with her because grandma behaved better when we were around, but she didn't want to risk a puking incident in the home. Barely 5 minutes after she had parked and went in, my youngest sister called her and told her to come put to the van ASAP. Upon exiting the building, my mother was greeted with the sight of me puking out one side of the van, my younger sister puking out the other, and my baby sister laughing like a madman in the back at the whole spectacle. My mother too started to giggle when she pulled out of the parking space and saw the symmetrical piles of puke framing the lines, slowly ozzing toward neighboring vehicles.

As soon as we got home, my younger sister headed to the powder room as I beelined to the bathroom where I spent the night puking into a trash can whilst vile liquid spewed forth from my butthole. My mother wanted to comfort us, but she had to spend some quality time with her own porcelain throne. My baby sister listened and continued to laugh like a sociopath until my mother yelled at her to go to bed.

Three days later we had a brand new refrigerator and a life long aversion to shrimp.

TL;DR My family puked and shit our brains out simultaneously because we deided to eat spoiled shrimp.



Submitted March 31, 2016 at 08:14AM by halflingforlife http://ift.tt/1RKXgB3 tifu

Buying a new commercial vehicle Trucks

I own a restaurant and need to buy a commercial delivery vehicle. Thing is going to be on the road a lot. Needs to hold a stand up refrigerator and guys need to be able to stand in there. I've driven a Mercedes Sprinter 3500 UDV Box Truck before and am thinking that would be perfect for my situation with the light roll up door and step in side entrance. If I went for a brand new 2016, Is it possible to negotiate a price on those vehicles, like any other vehicle or are they typically set in their pricing?



Submitted March 31, 2016 at 07:15AM by BumboFace http://ift.tt/1qkzanO Trucks

[A4A] [Hoodoo] We're built like light and we dance like spirits in the night. dirtypenpals

Ethan lifted his mouth from the neck of the girl whose name he’d now forgotten. Blood dripped from his fangs and lips onto his chin. Wiping the blood away with the back of his hand, he stood up and stretched his lean, athletic frame. The strain against his tendons and muscles brought satisfaction. He tilted his head back, letting the last remnants of the viscous liquid slide down his throat. He closed his eyes and felt the effects as his body began to metabolize her life force. He shivered and looked down at her form. She was naked, as gorgeous as a fallen angel, and completely unconscious. Her breasts lay free like two soft magnolia flowers. Not a half-hour earlier they’d been locked together, fiercely making love, and sleep had come quickly for the girl. Ethan knew he needed to wait until she was completely asleep before feasting, and the swiftness of her slumber was convenient.

He blinked, taking in her beauty for a final time in the the muted lights just off the French Quarter. When he’d spied her at the bar, she looked like either a tourist or a university student—or both: it certainly was the season for that. He’d been particularly relieved to learn that she had an apartment. Feasting in a hotel was always less than preferable, and vacation luggage provided fewer options for him when he was finished. She’d already had a few drinks in her by the time he’d approached, clad in chinos and a white linen button-up. He established unbreakable eye contact within seconds and grinned, showing her his supernaturally straight teeth. The neon lights of the liquor shelf behind the bar flickered in her eyes. She looked away only to take in the way the rolled cuffs of his shirt settled against his forearms. He took her by the hand, brought her to her feet, and led her to the dance floor.

The incision marks on the right side of the girl’s neck were small and already coagulated. There was only a spot of blood on her pillow. He pulled her sheet and quilt over her body, tucking her in. Although he’d used her for sex and ravenously fed on her and would soon steal from her, he wasn’t cruel—he didn’t want her to be cold when she eventually awoke.

He rinsed his face in the bathroom sink and walked naked from her bedroom to the kitchen. Hers was a spacious apartment in one of the new complexes that had sprung up to accommodate the wealthier students eager to flaunt their parents’ money in the the Crescent City. Despite the humid air, he felt a chill spread across his body. His skin, the color of polished copper cookware, broke out in gooseflesh as his body hair now largely receded. He rubbed his chin, feeling smoothness where stubble had been just minutes ago. In the kitchen he opened the refrigerator and looked around, eventually withdrawing a box of Chinese takeaway. He sniffed it before feeding himself chunks of sauce-slathered deep-fried shrimp with his fingers. The blood had satisfied an essential bodily craving, but it didn’t sate the more basic feelings of hunger. He helped himself to a bottle of sweet tea.

As he returned to the bedroom, he felt his gait shifting as his hips widened, his member retracted, and his rear swelled. By the time he’d reached the bedroom, he felt the unmistakable weight of blooming breasts. He stopped before the bedroom window, observing the reflection of a ghostly yet distinctly feminine form. He turned to the side to see his reappearing curves in profile. He took another gulp of the tea and set it down on the desk. Wavy locks of brunette hair now touched his shoulders, and he instinctively brushed a strand behind his left ear. He turned around and looked at the unconscious college student in her bed. If she were awake, she would have observed that the handsome and athletic guy she’d brought home was now a beautiful and naked girl who could pass as his twin sister.

“Surprise,” he whispered, as if unconscious girl could hear his breezy Southern accent. “Didn’t your mama ever tell you to be careful of the spirits in the night?”

He—she, more appropriately—belonged to a isolated community of vampires, descended in a bastard lineage of French and West African vampires and nestled down in the swampy pit of Creole country. Years of spells and curses from heirloom grimoires had bred into them a quirk that made their physical sex shift involuntarily based on the sex of the human from whom they fed. It was in the way their bodies metabolized the DNA in their victims’ white blood cells, and rather than being a hindrance, it seemed to ensure their safety and prosperity.

Like all vampires in her familial line, she had been born female, but it was impossible to determine whether she was biologically female and able to become male, or biologically male and merely born female as a consequence of subsisting on feminine blood while in utero. The debate was, she thought, ultimately irrelevant; she’d experienced a changing of sex for as long as she could remember, and whether at her core she was more Thana (her given birth name) or more Ethan (her given alternative name) was a distinction without much difference. She responded to both names and was comfortable in both forms, having fluctuated between the appearance of an attractive twenty-two-year-old guy and an attractive twenty-two-year-old girl for nearly a hundred years now. Her time as both indelibly contributed to her personality. No matter which gender form was manifested, she was able to blend in with the university twenty-somethings and the steady stream of springtime tourists.

Thana shimmied to the closet, humming and dancing to the boozy and jazzy saxophone riff from the Bruce Springsteen song that had been playing in the bar earlier that evening. She’d have it stuck in her head for a week, and when she heard it later, she’d no doubt think of this girl. She relished and welcomed the weight of the flesh on her chest and her ass as she gyrated and swayed like Spanish moss in a zephyr. She gasped happily as she opened the closet door. She’d targeted the girl based on the fact that their sizes would be very close once she’d fed and morphed into her female form. Because she was having a great deal of fun in male form, she had gone longer than usual in that form and had resisted the urge to feed. But as she ran her fingers across the array of clothes and contemplated her choices, she was thrilled to be back in female form. She helped herself to the essentials as well as a dark red top with embroidered lace sleeves, a short skirt that stopped mid-thigh, a small purse, and a pair of heels that were impossible to resist. She was incandescent.

She readied herself as if she’d merely gotten a late start at joining everyone in the weekend bar scene where besotted and sweaty bodies mingled and thirsted for more. It would be a few weeks before she would need to feed again, and Thana intended to have a little fun before selecting a male close in size to her masculine form. She emptied the pockets of the chinos she’d worn to the apartment and gathered her belongings, fully intending to drop the masculine clothes in a dumpster as she left the building. She stuffed her wallet, phone, and keys in the purse. Smiling down at the unconscious girl, she leaned forward and planted a tender kiss on her cheek.

“Thanks for everything,” Thana whispered. She pulled the bedroom door closed, leaving the unconscious girl in the dark.


I don’t know too much about hoodoo, but I like the idea of the supernatural in sultry New Orleans. My ideal approach to this prompt would be a long-term, patchwork-style story. I’ll play Thana/Ethan and you can play varying male and female human characters that I’ll bed and bite. I enjoy detailed imagery and character development. I’m relatively vanilla. It makes no difference to me whether you—the writer—are actually male or female, as long as you're 18+ and interested in the scenario.



Submitted March 31, 2016 at 06:35AM by vdude2 http://ift.tt/1V7qM6h dirtypenpals

[Unresolved Murder] Who Wrote The Anonymous Letter To Muriel Lindsay Just Days Before She Was Found Dead? UnresolvedMysteries

I've been really interested in reading about local cold cases lately, here in Vancouver, BC. I've read most of the better known ones, like Cindy James & Blair Adams. Today I stumbled upon one I'd never even heard about before. It's one of those eerie, strange cases that I tend to loI've been really interested in reading about local cold cases lately, here in Vancouver, BC. I've read most of the better known ones, like Cindy James & Blair Adams. Today I stumbled upon one I'd never even heard about before. It's one of those eerie, strange cases that I tend to love to read about. One that really makes you wonder. I looked it up on here and couldn't find anything so I thought I'd make a new post.

Muriel Lindsay was a Canada Post Worker here in Vancouver, BC. On February 16th 1996, she was found dead in her home. Her cat was found behind her refrigerator in a strange position. Further along in the investigation, many odd occurrences were found to have happened in the weeks leading up to her death.

" Three weeks before Muriel Lindsay was beaten to death in her West End suite, her mother received a disturbing letter at her home which began with the words "Hi Scum."

The letter referred to Muriel, a quiet, well-liked postal worker who was murdered 10 years ago this month.

"You are now 40 . . . we hope and pray that you start acting like an adult and not like a teenager . . . We also hope you stop smoking. You stink."

Marjorie Lindsay was upset, but decided not to show the bizarre letter to Muriel for fear of upsetting her only daughter, with whom she shared a close relationship.

She regretted that decision when she found Muriel bloodied and dead in the early afternoon of Feb. 17, 1996."

"Muriel, a letter sorter who was on the afternoon shift, had complained to co-workers about a series of strange events that led her to believe she was being stalked in the months before her murder.

First, one of her beloved cats went missing.

Muriel made up a poster with her phone number on it and stuck it up around her Mole Hill neighbourhood. But instead of a call, she got a note slipped under her door saying she would owe money for the cat's vet bill. She was concerned enough about the strange hand-delivered message that she reported the incident to Vancouver police.

But there was more to come.

Someone took out a six-month subscription to The Vancouver Sun in her name. Then two magazines started arriving at her West End apartment and a donation was made on behalf of her to the United Way for $120.

All that was before the bizarre letter arrived at her mom's house.

Her dad Eric Lindsay, a former Vancouver Sun reporter who lives in Elmira, New York, also remembers walking up Denman Street with Muriel a few months before her death on their way back to her place from Stanley Park.

"Suddenly, she burst into a trot," he recalled in an interview. He couldn't keep up with her, but he saw that someone was in pursuit.

"It was a white-haired old guy, older than me, chasing after her, crying out her name."

Lindsay said Muriel shrugged it off when he later asked her about it.

Parslow said police now believe all the strange incidents are somehow linked to her brutal murder.

"We believe there was some sort of stalking going on," she said. "We as investigators believe there is a connection."

Muriel walked home from the main post office with a co-worker when they got off shift at midnight, Thursday, Feb. 15. The two parted company outside St. Paul's -- the hospital where Muriel was born in 1956 -- to head to their separate residences.

Muriel had a second-floor suite in a heritage house in the 1100-block of Comox, less than two blocks from where she last saw her friend.

No one heard from her again and she did not report for work on the Friday.

Many questions remain unanswered questions in the case.

"Was the person inside the apartment waiting for her or did she meet them outside?" Parslow said.

She said there was no 911 call to report a commotion or screaming in the neighbourhood.

Police believe Muriel was killed shortly after she got home in the early hours of Feb. 16.

"She was still wearing the same clothes when she was found inside the apartment," Parslow said.

Muriel's mother, who is now in ill health, knew something was amiss when her daughter did not make her daily call.

Marjorie Lindsay was so concerned, she phoned Eric across the continent, waking him up in the middle of the night.

"I said nothing is wrong, it will be all right, shrugging it off, not thinking," he said.

But when Marjorie explained that Muriel had never missed a call to her mother, he told his ex-wife to get over to the apartment right away.

She went with a friend several hours later and got the landlord to open the door.

"Marjorie had to push the door against the body to get in. And there she was the poor dear. They called me to tell me. It was heart-breaking, I can tell you," Lindsay said. "You don't get over something like that."

He is frustrated that his daughter's death went almost unrecorded in the local media. There was no public outcry or demands for justice.

"I wasn't impressed by the newspapers," said the ex-journalist. "I tried to get some publicity at the time and on the anniversaries."

Lindsay, who also has a 15-year-old daughter he says is the spitting image of Muriel, remembers his first-born as a "beautiful girl," who was so loving he constantly wanted to hug her.

She had battled back from a life-threatening illness that included chemotherapy at St. Paul's, only to have her life snuffed out prematurely by a killer, he said.

"It is a mystery, strange. We didn't realize that she had any connections of a questionable nature."

Lindsay said his ex-wife also mentioned the strange letter to him shortly before the slaying, but he agreed with her at the time that it was probably no big deal and that they should not let Muriel know about it.

He regretted not taking action about it when Muriel was killed a short time later.

His dedication to seeing his daughter's killer behind bars has inspired investigators on the case over the years and he has kept in regular phone contact with police.

Parslow said she is confident the answers are out there and will be found, especially with what police now know about some of the strange events that led up to the murder.

"The killer seemed to know things about Muriel, seemed to have access to some of her personal information," Parslow said.

"These were circumstances that came to light as a result of the investigation. We have been piecing it all together."

Muriel's mother earlier said her daughter had been bothered by two people who lived in the same house, including a man from Mexico.

"She was threatened many times by two people in that crummy house that she lived in," Marjorie said at the time. "She was the loveliest girl and a private person and she did her job at the post office and was just going to move out of her place.''

In fact, Muriel had already found a lovely apartment on Burnaby Street with a view of English Bay. She was so excited about the move that she had already packed several boxes.

Parslow said investigators are aware of the information about others in the house, but it is not their only focus. The Mexican man has returned to his native country, she said.

"He is someone we have to look at, but that is not the only avenue," she said.

A few days after Muriel's body was discovered, investigators were back at the murder scene. They found one of Muriel's adored cats behind the refrigerator in such an unusual position that it had to have been placed there by someone, possibly the killer.

"It was definitely put there," Parslow said.

She said Muriel was not the type of person to stand by and let someone get away with something. She stood up for herself.

"She was feisty. She would have been the one to put up a fight.""

So who wrote the letter? And why was it sent to her mother's home?

How did they know her mother's address?

Who was the grey haired man chasing her and screaming her name when she was with her father? Why didn't he ask her more about him? It seems like a very alarming situation to just shrug off.

Who took her cat and left the letter under her door? If it wasn't connected to the murder, why wouldn't they have just returned the cat to her if they knew it was hers?

Why wasn't it in the papers or in the media?

It's all very creepy and intriguingly.

She also wrote an eerie letter to her dad before she was murdered describing her roommates and that she thought they had stolen her key and copied it. I think I'll be researching this a lot more. Here is the link to that story and a picture of the letter. There is a better image of it on google images.

EDIT: here are the links:

http://ift.tt/1TjEdQR

http://ift.tt/1on92qR



Submitted March 31, 2016 at 06:46AM by booghawkins http://ift.tt/25xtFCk UnresolvedMysteries

Need food ideas! Small, quick, filling, no fridge, and no microwave. 1200isplenty

For the next few weeks, I need food ideas for work. I'm basically working 12 hours with no break. Any break I get is just a few minutes, so I don't really have time for a "meal". These past couple days I've felt like the more often I eat, the better I'll feel.

So! Looking for some ideas. All of my food would be stored in a back pack, or lunch box, and carried around and left out and moved around (so nothing that would get squishy and ruined). I have no access to a microwave or refrigerator (I do have an insulated lunch box with an ice thing, but I don't know if that will last 12+ hours) and it can get pretty hot, so nothing that gets gross when left in a car, for example. Looking for small snack/meals that I can gobble down in a few minutes but are relatively filling.

I think that's it...I'll edit if I think of more of course. Thanks everyone!



Submitted March 31, 2016 at 06:33AM by sweattosuccess http://ift.tt/1SnWffH 1200isplenty

[A4A] [Hoodoo] We're built like light and we dance like spirits in the night. dirtypenpals

Ethan lifted his mouth from the neck of the girl whose name he’d now forgotten. Blood dripped from his fangs and lips onto his chin. Wiping the blood away with the back of his hand, he stood up and stretched his lean, athletic frame. The strain against his tendons and muscles brought satisfaction. He tilted his head back, letting the last remnants of the viscous liquid slide down his throat. He closed his eyes and felt the effects as his body began to metabolize her life force. He shivered and looked down at her form. She was naked, as gorgeous as a fallen angel, and completely unconscious. Her breasts lay free like two soft magnolia flowers. Not a half-hour earlier they’d been locked together, fiercely making love, and sleep had come quickly for the girl. Ethan knew he needed to wait until she was completely asleep before feasting, and the swiftness of her slumber was convenient.

He blinked, taking in her beauty for a final time in the the muted lights just off the French Quarter. When he’d spied her at the bar, she looked like either a tourist or a university student—or both: it certainly was the season for that. He’d been particularly relieved to learn that she had an apartment. Feasting in a hotel was always less than preferable, and vacation luggage provided fewer options for him when he was finished. She’d already had a few drinks in her by the time he’d approached, clad in chinos and a white linen button-up. He established unbreakable eye contact within seconds and grinned, showing her his supernaturally straight teeth. The neon lights of the liquor shelf behind the bar flickered in her eyes. She looked away only to take in the way the rolled cuffs of his shirt settled against his forearms. He took her by the hand, brought her to her feet, and led her to the dance floor.

The incision marks on the right side of the girl’s neck were small and already coagulated. There was only a spot of blood on her pillow. He pulled her sheet and quilt over her body, tucking her in. Although he’d used her for sex and ravenously fed on her and would soon steal from her, he wasn’t cruel—he didn’t want her to be cold when she eventually awoke.

He rinsed his face in the bathroom sink and walked naked from her bedroom to the kitchen. Hers was a spacious apartment in one of the new complexes that had sprung up to accommodate the wealthier students eager to flaunt their parents’ money in the the Crescent City. Despite the humid air, he felt a chill spread across his body. His skin, the color of polished copper cookware, broke out in gooseflesh as his body hair now largely receded. He rubbed his chin, feeling smoothness where stubble had been just minutes ago. In the kitchen he opened the refrigerator and looked around, eventually withdrawing a box of Chinese takeaway. He sniffed it before feeding himself chunks of sauce-slathered deep-fried shrimp with his fingers. The blood had satisfied an essential bodily craving, but it didn’t sate the more basic feelings of hunger. He helped himself to a bottle of sweet tea.

As he returned to the bedroom, he felt his gait shifting as his hips widened, his member retracted, and his rear swelled. By the time he’d reached the bedroom, he felt the unmistakable weight of blooming breasts. He stopped before the bedroom window, observing the reflection of a ghostly yet distinctly feminine form. He turned to the side to see his reappearing curves in profile. He took another gulp of the tea and set it down on the desk. Wavy locks of brunette hair now touched his shoulders, and he instinctively brushed a strand behind his left ear. He turned around and looked at the unconscious college student in her bed. If she were awake, she would have observed that the handsome and athletic guy she’d brought home was now a beautiful and naked girl who could pass as his twin sister.

“Surprise,” he whispered, as if unconscious girl could hear his breezy Southern accent. “Didn’t your mama ever tell you to be careful of the spirits in the night?”

He—she, more appropriately—belonged to a isolated community of vampires, descended in a bastard lineage of French and West African vampires and nestled down in the swampy pit of Creole country. Years of spells and curses from heirloom grimoires had bred into them a quirk that made their physical sex shift involuntarily based on the sex of the human from whom they fed. It was in the way their bodies metabolized the DNA in their victims’ white blood cells, and rather than being a hindrance, it seemed to ensure their safety and prosperity.

Like all vampires in her familial line, she had been born female, but it was impossible to determine whether she was biologically female and able to become male, or biologically male and merely born female as a consequence of subsisting on feminine blood while in utero. The debate was, she thought, ultimately irrelevant; she’d experienced a changing of sex for as long as she could remember, and whether at her core she was more Thana (her given birth name) or more Ethan (her given alternative name) was a distinction without much difference. She responded to both names and was comfortable in both forms, having fluctuated between the appearance of an attractive twenty-two-year-old guy and an attractive twenty-two-year-old girl for nearly a hundred years now. Her time as both indelibly contributed to her personality. No matter which gender form was manifested, she was able to blend in with the university twenty-somethings and the steady stream of springtime tourists.

Thana shimmied to the closet, humming and dancing to the boozy and jazzy saxophone riff from the Bruce Springsteen song that had been playing in the bar earlier that evening. She’d have it stuck in her head for a week, and when she heard it later, she’d no doubt think of this girl. She relished and welcomed the weight of the flesh on her chest and her ass as she gyrated and swayed like Spanish moss in a zephyr. She gasped happily as she opened the closet door. She’d targeted the girl based on the fact that their sizes would be very close once she’d fed and morphed into her female form. Because she was having a great deal of fun in male form, she had gone longer than usual in that form and had resisted the urge to feed. But as she ran her fingers across the array of clothes and contemplated her choices, she was thrilled to be back in female form. She helped herself to the essentials as well as a dark red top with embroidered lace sleeves, a short skirt that stopped mid-thigh, a small purse, and a pair of heels that were impossible to resist. She was incandescent.

She readied herself as if she’d merely gotten a late start at joining everyone in the weekend bar scene where besotted and sweaty bodies mingled and thirsted for more. It would be a few weeks before she would need to feed again, and Thana intended to have a little fun before selecting a male close in size to her masculine form. She emptied the pockets of the chinos she’d worn to the apartment and gathered her belongings, fully intending to drop the masculine clothes in a dumpster as she left the building. She stuffed her wallet, phone, and keys in the purse. Smiling down at the unconscious girl, she leaned forward and planted a tender kiss on her cheek.

“Thanks for everything,” Thana whispered. She pulled the bedroom door closed, leaving the unconscious girl in the dark.


I don’t know too much about hoodoo, but I like the idea of the supernatural in sultry New Orleans. My ideal approach to this prompt would be a long-term, patchwork-style story. I’ll play Thana/Ethan and you can play varying male and female human characters that I’ll bed and bite. I enjoy detailed imagery and character development. I’m relatively vanilla. It makes no difference to me whether you—the writer—are actually male or female, as long as you're 18+ and interested in the scenario.



Submitted March 31, 2016 at 06:35AM by vdude2 http://ift.tt/1V7qM6h dirtypenpals

Norman makes a salad. lifeofnorman

A quick rummaging through the pantry was leaving Norman slightly disappointed. As he looked upon the shelves a throng of assorted junk foods and pastas gazed back at him. He stared, half dazed, half expecting to find a diamond in the rough, until his mind clicked.

Norman had bought a tub of Spring Mix salad leaves just a couple days earlier planning to make shakes.

Grabbing the bottle of Ranch dressing he kept in the top shelf of his refrigerator Norman contemplated his options for toppings. Since salads was a new endeavor he decided to go simple. With his ingredients laid out on the counter Norman was ready to make his salad.

Norman thrust his hand into the salad mix and grabbed a fist full of the green and purple leaves. As he pulled his hand out of the tub some leaves dropped out on the floor. "Hmph", he grunted to himself. Norman realized there was nobody to share in his complete indifference to the surplus salad bits that fell on the floor.

One light coating of Ranch dressing later and Norman was done preparing his salad. As he glanced at the pieces of salad left on the floor Norman sat down in front of the TV to begin his venture into the world of salad.



Submitted March 31, 2016 at 05:06AM by ch1k3n123 http://ift.tt/1RKvxjT lifeofnorman

I got this strange email in my inbox and I'm not sure what to think of it. nosleep

Hey guys. I need some advice or some sort of help. I suppose I have no idea where else to go. I have little confidence in authorities, and I don't wish to get involved by sticking my nose where it doesn't belong.

I travel a lot for my job as a freelance animator, and right now I am on a southbound train to Palm Beach, Florida. I also receive a ton of emails on a daily basis, most of which are YouTube comments, messages from fans, and people asking to collaborate or for commissions. About an hour ago I was sorting through my inbox. I had just about finished when I opened an email with a strange title. I thought it might have been sent in error, or perhaps spam that had avoided the filters.

The subject line is a super long string of numbers that I can only assume is some sort of code that I don't recognize:

"303031313031303120303031313031303120303031313031303120303031313030313020303031313031303020303031313031313120303031313031303020303031313031303120303031313031303020303131303031303120303031313031303120303031313031303020303031313030313020303031313030303120303031313030313020303031313030303020303031313031303120303031313030313120303031313031303020303131303031313020303031313031303020303131303031303020303031313031303020303031313031303120303031313031303020303131303031313020303031313031303020303131303031303120303031313031303020303031313031303120303031313030313020303031313030303020303031313031303120303031313030303020303031313031303020303131303030313120303031313031303020303031313031303120303031313031303020303031313030303120303031313031303120303031313030313120303031313031303020303031313031303120303031313030313020303031313030303020303031313031303020303031313130303020303031313031303020303031313031303120303031313031303020303131303030313120303031313031303120303031313030303020303031313030313020303031313030303120303030303130303120"

Perhaps one of you can help me make heads or tails of this? Initially after reading it, It seemed like some sort of joke... Like some random anonymous creep stumbled upon my professional email address through social media. April fools is right around the corner so it wouldn't surprise me one bit. I would have written it off as such... But I realized the message had been sent to my personal email address. The one I only give out to close friends and family. This could still be chalked up to an early April fools prank, but something doesn't sit right. It doesn't seem like anything my friends would do. It's not clever or well though out enough. I wrote back to the address, which was also a strange series of letters and numbers, and I received an automated message back, telling me that my message had not been successfully delivered. Anyway, I'll let you guys take a look. Here is the letter copied and pasted word for word:


"To whom it may concern:

I hope this message finds you well, or, more hopefully, that it finds anyone at all. I ask that you read this through, as there is an unfathomable amount at stake. I must be as brief as possible, as I am entirely unsure as to how long I will have access to power and an Internet connection.

My name is Dr. Harold Perdue. By making myself know, and by providing the information I am about to tell you, I'm not only risking my own life, but the lives of countless others. Unfortunately this may already have been the case far before I even wrote this message.

As it stands, I am currently lost. The issue is, and please bare with me, the question isn't a matter of where, but of when. Allow me to explain in as little words as possible: I am a quantum physicist. One of the leading in both the United States and Europe, if not the world. I am one of the co founders of a company which you may or may not have heard of, depending on when and where this message travels.

My company, known as Weltraum-Nacht, was founded in 1987. We are the leading researcher and developer of quantum mechanics, quantum computers, known as QCs, and quantum communications. I will do my best to describe what we do in layman's terms. In 1987, myself and my colleague (Let us, for the sake of anonymity, call him Rick) , completed the first successful Quantum Data Transmission Computer, or QDTC. Like other great minds who have created multi billion dollar companies centering around computers, our dream began in a basement. My mother's basement. We would later move to the United States to begin developing our company.

As two of the brightest minds in Germany, we had both been students of a leading German Physicist . With the help of our great mentor we worked tirelessly, often times forgoing food and sleep, using money we could have used for groceries on the materials we'd need. When we slept, we layed on old futon mattresses, and took shifts fine tuning our creation.

A QC operates a bit differently than standard computer. QCs use Qubits instead of bits to transmit data. These Qubits work in such a way which allows them to simultaniously exist and not exist in anywhere from two to eight different states. This concept is a bit confusing to explain without some background in Quantum Particle Physics. Essentially, when a particle is observed, it acts as we would normally expect it to. Light, for instance, acts as a wave when observed either by a conscious being, or a camera, but when left to it's own devices, light was recorded acting as a particle. When we observe things on a microscopic level, certain 'laws' we experience as true in the observable universe break down. particles such as electrons and photons can simultaneously take on states that we would usually deem mutually exclusive. We do not see this superposition of different states occur because it disappears once a system is observed. when you measure the location of a particle all but one possible alternative is eliminated.Currently, we do not quite understand WHY it happens, we simply know that it

does. Qubits operate under these principals. The QC contains built in values which command "observers" to switch between "on" or "off". Depending on the chain of observation, you are able to, within an infinitesimally small amount of space, control where the 'particle' of data is sent (Think of the Schrodinger's Cat scenario).

Time is of the essence so I will not go further in to how quantum data operates. Rick and I accomplished more than we had ever dreamed of in my mothers basement on the night of August 27, 1987. We booted up the Quantum Program we had written as well as the Quantum Transmitter, and we sent our first transmission. To the same QC exactly 30 years in the future. What happened next was nothing short of a miracle. ( I must admit that it's difficult to become a quantum physicist and NOT believe that there is something much greater than any of us can comprehend. We received a reply. It read:

"Hello, Rick and Harold! This is Rick and Harold! We were prepared for this message, as you will be in another 30 years of your timeline. In order to assure you that this is real, we will add some personal information that only we would know about. "

Indeed, included were some intimate facts about myself I'd rather not disclose. The point is, only Rick and I would have known.

"As it stands, the budding company you both just began is becoming very successful. We are known over the world, and we now provide our services to the public."

We had absolutely no idea how much we would be affecting the fabric of space-time. We soon received thousands and thousands of messages from unknown people, and unknown places. It became necessary to create another computer that could sort out each message by exact time and date, and we also created an automated response system which informed people their messages had been sent.

Fast forward 30 years later, and we were, indeed, becoming quite successful. At first we offered our service to

governmental entities. We had developed a very intricate security system to insure we would not be sending any

messages that would upset the balance of our reality. Soon after we recieved permission from National Security to launch our service on a website available to the public.

How foolish we had been.

It started out simple enough. We would provide free messages, up to a certain amount of characters, and charge for any additional data. It did not take long for the messages to flood in. Many of them we could not send, as they contained violent language, or buzzwords. We had a wonderfully designed system and were able to hire employees to help with maintenance, IT work, and message sorting.

Then came the complaints.

People would write our company, telling us that their message would send, but they would receive strange encrypted messages back. These messages were glitching because of quantum entanglement, and we were unable to reorganize or decipher most of them. Those we could untangle contained either a seemingly random series of numbers or, more alarmingly, words written over and over again. These included the word "HELP" on several different occasions, and we also frequently received strings of text in hexadecimal which contained the phrase " DESTROY IMMEDIATELY".

Soon after, people began to write us about "rips". Each time they were described as being "less than an inch long". The rips would appear in either mid air, or attatched to something solid. This quickly escalated in to full blown law suits. As I'm sure you are well aware, humans get curious. Many of our customers ended up in the hospital. They would stick things in places they didn't belong. Fingers went missing, and soon after, entire limbs. The tears were getting larger every day. As you'd imagine, after our company was linked to a few disturbing cases, we received constant media coverage.

At first, things were being blown out of proportion, and we were accused as having some sort of connection to lluminati, the CSI, and whatever else the conspirators could think up. At this point whole people were going missing, only to turn up days later in a confused state. Some never returned. We were urgently ordered by the Federal Bureau of Investigation and National Homeland Security to shut down our facilities, and remove any trace of the website. After doing so, it was apparent that it had no affect. Huge worm holes begin opening up underneath entire towns and neighborhoods. Parts of houses were ending up in forests...specifically staircases for whatever reason. Entire Cities would go missing and appear on the other side of the world days later. Thousands of people were injured and thousands more died.

This created world wide panic. We were instructed to destroy all remains of the computer, including any evidence that it had even existed. Any paper or digital document relating to the QC was wiped from the face of the earth. Imagine our surprise when, at every attempt at destruction, the computer would return in it's spot the VERY NEXT DAY. We determined it accomplished this while it was not being observed, during late hours of the night so we installed digital cameras which kept 24 hour surveillance. Still, our efforts were thwarted. Each night the cameras were discovered completely burnt out from what appeared to be an intense electrical surge. We hired people to watch at night, only to have them return to the facilities the next morning, not knowing where they had been or where they had gone.

Next, we attempted to send messages to every point in time after the computer's first day of operation instructing the company to destroy any and all evidence of the Computer. At this point we were desperate. People were appearing that should not have existed. A man was displaced from god knows which timeline, to an airport in Tokyo Japan during the year 1954, claiming to be from a small country called Taured, which he claimed was located between French and Spain. The only way we know that this happened was from a few documents written during the time period. Reality was not only fraying during the present, the past was changing. For some unknown reason, The Barenstein Bears became The Barenstein Bears and all evidence of anything otherwise simply ceased to exist.

The power just surged, so I'll move on to how I ended up here. Actually, to be quite honest, I don't precisely KNOW how I ended up here. It must have happened at some point during the night while I was asleep. I was working late in the computer room devising new ways we could try and destroy the computer, when I immediately became incredibly fatigued. I concluded it was because I had been so stressed about everything, I had neglected myself a full nights rest. The drive back home was a bit of a blur, but I remember walking in to my house and lying down next to my wife, who had already fallen asleep.

The next day I awoke feeling rather foggy and uncomfortable, similar to a hangover but even more painful and disorienting. I was laying on the floor inside of the computer room. Had I fallen asleep without knowing and dreamt that I drove home?

I switched on the light switch and began walking around the offices. At this point, our company had filed for bankruptcy, however, a handful of our more faithful employees volunteered to assist Rick and I in figuring out new ways to destroy the computer, and also to help with certain difficult tasks over the past few weeks, so I had been accustomed to interacting with people on a daily basis. There was no one in the offices, which wasn't all too strange, as most of our desk workers quit some time back. I then headed towards the IT department. Nobody there. I checked out HQ and Public Relations upstairs. Nothing. All I could hear was the buzzing of electricity throughout the building. In a state of anxiety, I ran down to the exit doors. looking out the windows as I did. There was no one on the streets either. No cars. Not even birds.

I ran through the exit door only to find that I entered back in through the exit door. This has been going on for a few weeks at least. It's difficult to know as the time here remains unmoved. The same happens when I exit out the windows. I end up falling straight back in from the window I jumped out of.

I'm beginning to feel hopeless. The only messages I can send are through the QC. I've been rationing out food from our vending machines downstairs, and whatever is left in our refrigerator. I'm down to a few snickers bars, which I think can last me another week. I am very weak. I don't know where the hell the seemingly endless water and electricity are coming from, but I can only assume it's not from where I am, and I'm not sure it's endless. I'm noticing the lights flickering on and off more frequently...there. they just did again.

Please. Please, if you read this, I have a feeling I am in an isolated reality that has somehow become detached. I don't even know if this message will reach the same timeline I came from. I have not received any reply so far but I will keep trying. For now, I have some instructions that you must follow very carefully in order to-"


That's it. The message cuts off and The rest is made up of some glitchy looking characters. I don't know. Pretty weird, huh? There are also a few pictures attached that just seem like glitched out jpegs. The internet is shitty here so I'll upload them later when I get to my cousin's house. I'm about to get off at my stop, so I'll have to update in a few hours. I still think this might be some elaborate hoax. Let me know if you have any ideas, and if anything else happens related to this, I'll keep you all posted.



Submitted March 31, 2016 at 03:41AM by Fat_Mermaid http://ift.tt/1M1ka8i nosleep

[RANT] Parents are worse than the kids! childfree

I must get this off my chest, my boyfriend and I both detest children and are proudly child-free. With that said, I must rant that there are some parents that are far worse than the children themselves.

Today I was in Shabasi's Judaica store in Baltimore and there was a child throwing a temper tantrum in front of the entire store. What did the parent do about it? Absolutely nothing! Just continued to shop like nothing is happening.

I work part-time at a pizza store while attending college full-time. I cannot tell you the horror of having a million kids running around in the store screaming their heads off while I'm on break trying to catch up on school work. Not to mention, the mess that kids make when they take far too much ketchup and neglect to close the refrigerator door.

Sometimes I think parents are worse than the actual kids!



Submitted March 31, 2016 at 02:12AM by davidpneff http://ift.tt/22PF95s childfree

Did I just blow a chance at a free microwave? NoStupidQuestions

So me and some friends are renting a house and we went over the lease with the realtor at the signing last week. In the terms of the lease, it says something like "LESSOR will supply the following appliances: stove, refrigerator, microwave, etc"

So I remembered when we toured the house there was no microwave, so I brought it up that there was no microwave. She asked if I was sure, and when I said 'yes', she scratched out 'microwave' from the lease.

Now I'm thinking a blew a chance for them to legally supply us with a microwave for the duration of the lease, versus us having to buy one. Did I mess up?



Submitted March 31, 2016 at 12:33AM by 300pm http://ift.tt/1PG3Zru NoStupidQuestions

Question about ABV coconut oil recipes vaporents

I've got a good amount of ABV weed and am gearing up to use it in a coconut oil recipe. Some of the recipes I'm looking at look good but are aimed at weed that hasn't been vaped yet. I'm curious about two aspects of the preparation:

  • some recipes strain the concoction through mesh and cheesecloth; some grind the ABV to a flour and don't strain.

  • some recipes that use a slow cooker combine water and oil and then dump the water after separation in the refrigerator; others use only oil.

Pros and cons of these two preparation methods, specifically for ABV material? One assumption I'm making is that for ABV a slow cooker is a less useful method as the weed has already been heated.



Submitted March 30, 2016 at 11:26PM by throwaway_urf_1853 http://ift.tt/2327vpR vaporents

(M4F) Join Me for Mind Control Experimentation dirtypenpals

I turned the envelope over in my hand, again and again. Its contents could change everything - not just for us, for the entire world. If it held the answer we wanted, we could finally begin our work.

The experiments began innocently enough. We had always been recreational drug users - we met during college at a rave, only finding out after we sobered up that we were both aspiring psychiatry researchers.

The deviancy took longer to develop. The first class we took together discussed hypnotism and other altered states. We started on you, incorporating the practice into our own sex life. At first the results were limited, but we were persistent, and over the years found a cocktail of hallucinogenic compounds that could intensify the results of the therapy.

It didn't just work for sex, it worked for everything. We both quit smoking. Our memories improved. We slept better. The applications were endless, but the stigma of giving up control of the mind and the illegality of the compounds meant it had to remain a hobby. Until Emmy came along.

As interns, we had a roommate. Despite being a well-kept, attractive woman with black hair and green eyes, she was a filthy roommate. She never cleaned up after herself, would leave old food in the refrigerator, and even left the front door unlocked when she left. It was my idea to use the therapy on her.

What wasn't my idea was the surprise suggestion you planted when I was out of the room. That first night, when she joined us in bed, I was confused. Confused but intrigued. The research became more and more of an obsession, and by the time our lease expired we were updating Emmy's suggestions by the week.

We moved, lost touch with Emmy, and moved into our careers practicing. With the time that took, and our lack of a venue to find another guinea pig, we were forced to shelve our illegal research. I never gave up, though. Without your knowledge, I began writing grant requests to a number of organizations. They were mostly pharmaceutical companies, but none had ever responded. I had finally received a response. The return address?

The United States Department of Defense.

I carefully opened the envelope and slid out the one page letter. As I began to read, my heart nearly stopped. Not only were they going to give us the inflated budget I requested, they were going to quadruple it. Even more, they were going to provide us with facilities overseas.

It was finally going to happen.

If you read all that, congratulations and thank you! I'm looking for a long term partner to help me run experiments. I'd like someone with an active imagination, as we could go a hundred different directions with this.

What I'd like to hear from interested parties:

Your character's name, her appearance, and any kinks you'd like to incorporate (beyond the mind control one).

If you found the prompt intimidating and are hesitating to reply, don't be. I'm very patient and am not expecting Octavia Butler (though that would be awesome), so if you have concerns, feel free to send me a message. I am very excited to talk to all of you!



Submitted March 30, 2016 at 09:24PM by GhostBest http://ift.tt/1MBvpnV dirtypenpals

[Article] Your Paleo Cave Paleo

Humans from the Paleolithic Age wouldn’t recognize our homes as caves. But they are. And you should be focused on keeping them as Paleo as they did. Start by ensuring that the water that’s coming into your home is free-from post-Paleo contaminants like pesticides, heavy metals and organic toxins like nitrate fertilizer runoff. Install a filter on your kitchen faucet and make sure your refrigerator’s drinking water is filtered. Or even better, have a reverse osmosis water filter installed under your sink and enjoy the purest water you can drink.

Use air conditioning? Check the filters regularly and replace them when they are dirty or have mold. Open your windows on non-air conditioning and non-heating days. It’s better for your family . . . and the planet. And when you use your washer and dryer, use only Free n Clear detergent (every brand has it). And don’t use toxic fabric softener and dryer sheets. To keep your clothes smelling great just put a drop or two of an essential oil like vanilla on a piece of cloth that goes in the dryer with your clothes. They’ll come out smelling great. Use all natural air fresheners, or better yet, don’t use them at all. And clean your house with all natural glass, floor and bathroom cleaners. Frequent sweeping keeps the need to deep clean at a minimum. Going for a swim in the pool? Chlorinated pools and Paleo don’t mix. Install a salt cell, and your new salt-water pool will be just as safe, and your skin and eyes will love the change.

Make sure your cave has a good supply of lean meats, chicken, fish, veggies, fruits, nuts and berries in case of an emergency –like unexpected guests, or a sudden need to binge. Your refrigerator is your best Paleo partner, and one of the big differences between our caves and the ones of yore. And refrigerators and freezers are also where you store your MUD, the vanilla and chocolate chilled mousse dessert that has the same Superfood our Paleo ancestors began storing in their caves over two million years ago.

NATURE ALWAYS MAKES THE BEST DESSERTS®

The above information is for educational purposes only, and gathered from a variety of different sources. It should not be construed as medical advice, or as an endorsement of any particular product. Your healthcare provider is your best source for medical and nutritional direction, and should be consulted on any health decision you make.

©2016 The Paleo Factory



Submitted March 30, 2016 at 09:03PM by thepaleofactory http://ift.tt/21TEQAI Paleo

Refrigerator (White plains) FreeStuffNYC

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Submitted March 30, 2016 at 08:15PM by fiplefip http://ift.tt/1UCk5L7 FreeStuffNYC

Need to purchase Refrigerator, Washer, Dryer - Costco worth it? homeowners

We close on our house tomorrow and we need to purchase a washer,dryer, and refridgerator. I have been looking at home depot. Home depot has the fridge we want for 1602 and we could probably get our washer and dryer for around 800 each. I can't see Costcos member prices but do you think Costco would be cheaper?

Does anyone have any other suggestions for places to look at? Thanks.



Submitted March 30, 2016 at 07:26PM by JustinBook http://ift.tt/1ZKGpl9 homeowners

Trying to plan a basic dinner plan for the week with an easy recipe MealPrepSunday

So basically I have a hospital job that has a lot of mandatory overtime due to current low staffing. I may work anywhere from 12-16 hours a day for 5 days through the week. This obviously limit my ability to cook on a day to day basis. If I could bulk cool meals for a dinner per day on Sunday that would be immensely helpful. I'm also pretty new to cooking so don't have a lot of skill haha.

I'm a early 20s male who doesn't really care what I eat so long as it's balanced. I don't mind eating the same boring thing everyday. I was thinking chicken as a protein (don't eat beef or pork really for cultural reasons) with a side of some vegetables and rice.

Are there any easy slow cook or normal cooking recipes to achieve this? I don't care about it being fancy or anything. Heck, I can even just fry cook it on the stove and add salt and pepper if that'll work.

My other main question is storage. Is there a way that I could freeze it for the week? And meals that I'll have later in the week I can put in the refrigerator to thaw ahead for a day or two then just heat up in the microwave and eat safely? Would regular microwaveable Tupperware work for this?

Thanks in advance for any help!



Submitted March 30, 2016 at 07:10PM by sps26 http://ift.tt/1ZKEuNn MealPrepSunday

Under Dark Sky Law: Gritty Post-Apocalyptic Fiction with Elements of Cyberpunk libraryofshadows

This book is essentially a gritty, yet comedic thriller, and to make the traditional cheesy comparison, it's like Breaking Bad meets Mad Max/Tank Girl meets...Biodome xD.

Published by Supposed Crimes, it features LGBT characters in a pansexual universe. It's available on all the major platforms in ebook or paperback, but here's the link to the Amazon page

The cover blurb:

Xero knows what she wants: absolute rule over Southern Arizona, a cure for the superbug that’s killing her best friend, and a decent bar of soap. Some are easier to get than others.

The dreaded Zaps are dissolving Trina’s lungs, and only a rare medication can save her. No problem: Xero is an expert smuggler. As the ruler of the Tucson Exiles, she hustles supplies for the government and then pumps the desert full of illegal designer drugs on the sly.

Catastrophe looms when Yuma goes kaboom, and Trina's cure is destroyed along with it. All that remains is a complicated web spun from Xero's biggest demons: money, germs, and drugs. As she struggles to dig up some Ketacillin, one thought stays with her: Who do you have to kill to get some soap and a hot shower? The body count climbs as Xero struggles to protect her friends and stay clean in a very dirty world.

Here is a sample of the first book chapter:

Scorched eyebrows and toxic waste wouldn’t keep me from saving my best friend. Only one night we had to stay here, but even one minute in the Breakers was too long. These defunct biodomes were nothing but a permanent deportation station for all the unlucky souls who lost the genetic lottery. My Zone Pass and my supercharged lungs made me a free woman, but both my jobs forced me here for business.

Now Trina was dying. Ugly business.

Night fell over the River Slums, and light trickled into the bedroom from an illegal street lamp. The air tasted like refrigerator mold, and the shack had no soap.

That was a problem.

Filthy from a long day of traveling, sweat and dirt mixed into a gritty paste on my skin. Argon lay on top of me, his hips digging into my waist.

I touched my chest and got a palmful of mud. “Nope, can’t deal. Move your dick so I can shower.”

He propped himself up, and a curl of orange hair fell over his eyes. “A shower? Here? Haven’t had enough punishment for one day?”

“Cleanliness is godliness.” I pushed him back, and he rolled off me.

“And you want to be the god of this place? Look around. A swimming pool of bleach couldn’t save this shack.”

I sat up. “A kingdom is a kingdom.”

He pressed dirty palms into dark eye sockets. “Wipe yourself down with a washcloth or something and come back to bed. Big day tomorrow.”

“Washcloth? Really? Setting myself on fire again might be safer.”

He yawned and stretched out on his side. “Your funeral. Call me if you need help exterminating any alien life forms in there.”

“I thought creating alien life forms was your job.”

“No aliens in my labs, just good strong drugs.”

I dragged a finger across the grooves in his abs. “Gross.” I held the sticky finger up to his face.

“I’m not sleeping next to you like this. Shower with me.”

He laughed. “If you survive, I’ll consider showering.”

“Some bodyguard you are.”

“Like you need a bodyguard.”

I folded my arms. “You’re supposed to be the hired muscle on this trip.”

He shifted to his back and flexed his biceps. “Muscle, I got. Energy, I don’t. I want to sleep so we can finish this job. I want Trina back. With both of us gone the lab’s going to fall apart.” He made it sound like Trina had a cold, but it was worse than a common virus. Much worse. And he couldn’t know that. We needed wishful thinking.

My stomach rumbled. “I can’t believe those assholes confiscated our food. I’m fucking starving.”

“If I don’t fall asleep, I’ll see if there’s anything remotely safe to eat in the pantry, but I doubt it—unless you’re into mystery mushrooms,” he said.

Gag me. Here in the Casa Grande Breakers, one of the worst abandoned biodomes in the region, the fucked up climate control was good at growing fungus. On everything.

“I’ll pass. Just try not to let anyone kill me while I’m in the shower. Some serious shit is going down. Stay alert.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” he said and rolled onto his stomach. He’d be asleep in minutes. I shook my head. Fieldwork didn’t suit his lazy habits, but working with him was safer than using an underpaid stranger. Couldn’t trust him to watch my back, but at least he wouldn’t stab it.

I left him alone and made my way to the bathroom. River garbage and mildew crusted the windows above the tub, blotting out any stray light. I touched the slick bands of scar tissue that spun around my neck like Saturn’s rings. Call me paranoid, but it wasn’t paranoia if someone was actually gunning for you.

I needed more light.

Even with active power circuits nearby, none of the wiring in the shack worked. We hadn’t used this base in months, but we might still have candles and matches. Gangs wouldn’t bother stealing those—fire and toxic gas make for a fun game of candle roulette.

We’d lost more than one flophouse that way.

Catching my face on fire wasn’t a favorite activity, but the military confiscated our solar lamps at the border. Besides, I already burned my eyebrows once today, so why not roll the dice again? Better than having my throat slit. If there’s one thing I’ve got, it’s priorities.

I skimmed the bathroom sink, whacking used tea lights into the basin before I found a box of matches and new candles. The flames cast weak light across the wall—a small improvement. Nothing exploded either, so that was a bonus.

I leaned into the rusty mirror and put my left eye up to the fractured glass. Below a mangled eyebrow, the iris shone a clear green, but smashed capillaries stained the white parts a murky crimson. A mottled bruise, halfway through healing, decorated my cheekbone. I hated getting punched in the face, but it came with the job.

I ran a hand over the sides of my overgrown Mohawk—didn’t need a mirror to know it had faded to the color of expired pea soup. Out in the Voids, the wild lawless lands without biodomes, fashion was armor. Just like a poisonous animal, my neon green hair, spiked high to the ceiling, was a warning signal for predators: don’t fuck with me. I’m the boss.

I’m Xero, ruler of the Tucson Voids.

But I’d let myself go to utter shit. Trina was dying, and suddenly everyone wanted a piece of my territory. No time for personal maintenance on the battlefield. With a limp dick of a dirty Mohawk, I looked more like Xero, ruler of the broken toilets.

At least my tits still looked good.

I sighed and tried to untangle my wilted hair before braving the shower, but my fingers caught in the strands, stuck in something warm and sticky. Very sticky.

Oh, hell no. Not the sacred Mohawk.

Soap. Must find soap.

I thrust my head under the cabinet, grimacing as slimy things brushed against my fingertips. Creepy crawlies couldn’t breed in this poisoned district, but it still reeked of dead things. No stench would stop me. The soap had to be mine.

I clawed through the dank mess, flinging aside slop until I reached a hard rectangle. With the soap case clenched in my fist, I raised my hand in triumph. After such a fucked up day, I almost cried happy tears as I cracked open the plastic shell and snatched the prize inside with my greedy little fingers.

Then the thing in my greedy little fingers went squish.

Mold. It had been soap at one point, but only curdled scum remained. A black mess covered my hand.

“Fuck!” I yelled and flung the nasty shit at the wall.

The heavy blob splatted into the bathroom mirror, and the direct hit destroyed it. Glass clattered into the sink and shards scattered, tinkling like a broken music box on the tile floor.

I may have overreacted.



Submitted March 30, 2016 at 03:57PM by TamaraWriter http://ift.tt/1RI5ry7 libraryofshadows

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Submitted March 30, 2016 at 02:30PM by appliancesonrent http://ift.tt/1UBIZur repair

Me [22M] with my mate[22M] I rented his apartment for a week while he went on vacation. relationships

Using throwaway since he uses this sub as well.

My friend has a nice apartment, very spacious and central. His parents are paying for it, he has no job and lives off his parents pocket. He went interrailing for a week, and I figured I could rent it off him for that week, as he is short on money, and I agreed to pay one quarter of his rent that month - and his rent is A LOT.

He'd already left when I got there. He left me with a very messy apartment, a lot of dishes, used papertowels next to his computer and bed, everything in his refrigerator was expired, there was a 3 week old pan with food covered in mold. Also, very dirty in general (floor, windows and couch). And last but not least, the drain was clogged, so the water from my showers went through the floor and down to the person living one floor down. This had went on for a week or two before I lived there, but this was the first time the guy from downstairs could get a hold of 'me'. I told him I only lived her for 3 days, but agreed to help even though it was my friends apartment. So I cleaned his drain, which was nasty.

All in all, I figured what the hell, we are friends and he probably thought it was cool. He then comes home this monday, 3 hours early while I am in the midst of cleaning his apartment, and he goes apenuts. Checks everything and keeps going 'Wasn't like this when i left it..' 'interesting.......' and so on. I stayed for two hours and cleaned, as that had been my plan. When I left the place, it was as sterile as a hospital.

And I just recieved an a4 page worth of shit, he is part of my only friend group, and they are all solid guys with small flaws. I hate drama, and I don't want him to be mad at me, but I simply can't let him get away with this.

tl;dr: Lived in my mate's apartment for a week, recieved it messy, delivered it clean, he is mad it's not cleaner.



Submitted March 30, 2016 at 02:25PM by Kryolars http://ift.tt/1UBHIn9 relationships

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

I'm 28 years old. SuicideWatch

I'm 28 years old and I feel like I'm in my 70s. Nothing brings me joy anymore. Everyday feels the same. It almost feel as if I am drowning. It's hard to get out of bed or give a shit really. I have felt this way since I was 16. People always said it would get better. Well I don't believe it anymore. My 20s have have almost past me and I have nothing to show for it. There is no light at the end of this tunnel. There is no pot of gold at the end of this rainbow. All I feel is apathy anymore. I tried everything, from volunteering at a homeless shelter and a free health care clinic. I eat super healthy and work out 6 days a week. And I still feel so weak and tired. I even tried to find comfort in alcohol. Nothing makes me feel better. I tried taking medication and I tried talking to my friends and family. I also talked to doctor about it and they all said just give it time and it will get better. How long must I wait. Everyday feels like a chore. I'm sick of jumping through hoops. I don't really even know why I am writing this. I just finished packing all my things into boxes. I cleaned out my refrigerator and vacuumed and mopped my house. I changed the oil in my car and filled it up full of gas. I withdrew most of the money from my bank accounts and put the money in an envelope on my kitchen table. It should be enough to cover my death and more. I have written notes for my mother and all of my friends telling them how very sorry I am, telling them what I love about them and thanking them for all they have done for me. They are the only reason I lasted this long. I bought a .308 Winchester. I cleaned it four or five times now. Its the first gun I have ever owned and its the first time in a long time where I feel free. It's finally over. I wish you all the best.



Submitted March 30, 2016 at 09:13AM by Redline103 http://ift.tt/25vsQKn SuicideWatch

[5MPS] (5 minutes per serving): Vegetable and Beef Slow-Cooker "Ropa Vieja" recipes

This is a spinoff of Cuban Ropa Vieja that adds more vegetables for healthiness, and doesn't take much effort (about an hour of prep time for 12 servings, so 5 minute per serving).

Ingredients:

  • 1 steak. Bone-in ribeye is best, but expensive. Cheaper steaks work fine.
  • 2 pounds sweet mini peppers
  • 3 onions
  • 15 oz can of diced tomatoes
  • 1/2 small can of tomato paste
  • 2 celery hearts
  • 1 pound baby carrots
  • 2 serrano peppers
  • 1 mega tablespoon of mushroom bouillon paste)
  • 3 tablespoons ground cumin
  • 1 tablespoon black pepper
  • 2 tablespoons red wine vinegar
  • 1 tsp salt

Instructions:

  • Fry up the steak on both sides on medium high heat until nicely browned on all sides. This part is really important, don't rush it. For best results, fry it in bacon grease.
  • While steak is frying, cut the tops off the little peppers and scoop out the seeds with a mini spoon.
  • Chop up all the onions and celery into small pieces
  • Fry up the carrots in the beef drippings. Cook on relatively high heat, get them browned on all sides. Don't rush these or they won't be soft.
  • Saute the onions in whatever drippings are left.
  • Mix up the vinegar, tomato paste, spices, salt, and mushroom bouillon paste.
  • Fill up the slow cooker with the veggies and stir in the tomato paste sauce.
  • Get the steak in there, about halfway down, and slow cook on LOW for 10 hours.
  • Leave in refrigerator for 1 day.
  • Serve on rice.


Submitted March 30, 2016 at 06:00AM by adorai http://ift.tt/1V2KPmq recipes

[Tough Love] I feel guilty wanting sex confession

[Remorse]

First, I've always "felt" the automatic 'resistance' that girls feel about sex and that translates into me believing women are afraid of sex, that they have an overall reluctance to sex. Second, (as far as I've ever known) guys need to "talk the girl into sex" which in my logical brain tells me that there in a huge pleasure divide strongly favoring the guy. Third, I also know that women don't think nearly as much about sex as guys do. That they want to be treated as 'people and not sex objects'. This is a strong one. I have to assume that no woman is ever thinking about sex and that if a guy does, then it's not what she wants you to think and that you're a pervert for doing so. Fourth, women always say that "penetration is not the point" (even if it is for me BY FAR the most important part). This reiterates the pleasure divide noted above. And last, No matter if she's had an orgasm, no matter if she says she loves it, and no mater if it was even her idea to have sex, I still feel like I took advantage of her somehow.

I'm not accusing the girls I've slept with as liars, I just believe I had a better experience and that she "let" me have sex with her - as opposed to her having a greater desire than me. I mean, you never hear about a girl taking advantage of a guy for sex because that's impossible for me to imagine.

I believe "society" has taught me that women are victims and all men are potential rapist even though the thought of that makes me physically ill. I feel sorry for women who have to live in fear for this. I can't wrap my head around the idea that women want sex. I believe they have to be talked into it or otherwise wouldn't bother. Let's not even talk about how seldom women orgasm from PiV sex and how spectacularly one-sided penetration is for men, I just feel sorry for women who have to deal with a penis stabbing them over and over in the pussy until the guy orgasms. Seems extremely victimizing to me. I think about the ISIS soldiers who keep sex slaves as war treasure and how disgusting men are.

Sorry about the rant. I grew up in a feminist household and knew growing up that men's sexual thoughts are bad and that women are victims of men's sexual desires that women don't share. You just never hear about girls who say they love sex like guys do. Maybe having such an abundance of sexual opportunity has made sex seem less valuable to women. Like if you had a magic refrigerator with a never ending supply of your favorite drink. After a while it gets boring, old., and is just not 'special' anymore.

I think girls use sex as a way to trick and trap a guy into a relationship (primarily for biological directives) and she uses sex to 'keep him around', not that she necessarily wants it. This makes me feel sad for girls and I get guilty for wanting sex.

I'm not even sure if I'm looking for advice or not. Maybe I want to hear from other guys who feel the same. I know every girl reading this can relate as a victim.

Is male sexual guilt a natural by product of feminism? How do women want men to think about sex?



Submitted March 30, 2016 at 04:43AM by FeelsGood2 http://ift.tt/1UAVB4V confession

Why are compressors, AC units, and refrigerators so loud? AskEngineers

This seems like a huge was of energy. Is there some reason this is the case and has to be the case?



Submitted March 30, 2016 at 03:54AM by lepriccon22 http://ift.tt/1WVQKc8 AskEngineers

Free fridge (South Nyack) FreeStuffNYC

Free refrigerator. Needs a little TLC. Has been our trusty extra but we recently upgraded. Good for a beer fridge in the garage, at least! Works great. We have the shelf above the drawers, but a middle shelf in fridge is missing. Yes, we have freezer [...]

from Craigslist http://ift.tt/22LLrD1

via IFTTT



Submitted March 30, 2016 at 01:00AM by fiplefip http://ift.tt/1RIzQJx FreeStuffNYC

Kitchen Budget Help HomeImprovement

I’m looking into remodeling my kitchen and was hoping for some help on the budget.

I live in an 800 sq ft condo in Chicago, my Kitchen is 61 sq feet. I’m hoping for the remodel to include cabinets, backsplash (tile), countertops (stone), new oven, refrigerator, and sink. Currently my kitchen is set up with 8 cabinets, I think with a better cabinet plan I could end up fitting in 9 to 10 cabinets,and planning to go with a style from Ikea. I would say that the counter tops will be roughly require 20-25 sq ft.

When calling contractors, I’ve been turned down for quotes being told that kitchens cost $25K+. With the size of my Kitchen (total 61 sq ft) and not needing the most expensive or high end materials, I was thinking my budget could range from $10-15k. Am I ignorant to the world of kitchen remodeling or is $10-15k somewhat realistic? If my range is not realistic, where should I compromise to get down to my budget?

Here is what my kitchen looks like http://ift.tt/1SkDpq3

Edit: I no longer have the dishwasher shown in the picture. I replaced and updated the dishwasher 2 years ago, and do not need a new one.



Submitted March 30, 2016 at 01:07AM by onlyusereddit4cats http://ift.tt/1Th20Rn HomeImprovement

Bresaola with or without PP#2? Charcuterie

I am using Ruhlman and Polcyn's Bresaola recipe from Charcuterie, and I'm currently in week two of the refrigerator part of the curing process.

I recently googled their recipe as well and came up with this: http://ift.tt/1ok67yY

The issue? That recipe is identical to the one from the book that I'm using except for one thing: the book makes no mention of using PP2, whereas that linked recipe does.

I didn't use it in the spice/herb rub for mine. Any idea if I'm going to be okay without it? This is my first foray into dry curing, and I'd prefer for it to not be my last after getting sick or something.



Submitted March 29, 2016 at 11:52PM by your_fish_monger http://ift.tt/25uDq4c Charcuterie

Best method for measuring keg volume just got better! Homebrewing

A few days ago I saw a post by /u/ballandkeg about the improvements they have made to their balls ;). I posted about my experience thus far (magnet in the float was not strong enough to stay connected to the locator magnet when I was moving my kegs) and they offered to send me two of the new ones to try out.

After I cleaned one of my kegs I decided to look at both the old and the new floats. Wow, it's like night and day. The test that really blew me away was putting them on the refrigerator. The new ones stuck in place and could even hold pictures and stuff up while the old ones could not even hold their own weight. I was also filling a keg yesterday so I plopped in a new float and found that not only was it easier to grab the float (with the locator magnet) but I was able to move the full keg from my kitchen to livingroom (~25ft) and into the kegerator without losing the connection to the locator magnet.

I highly recommend these to anyone who wants to monitor their keg levels and I will definitely be buying more when I'm able to get a bigger kegerator!

TL;DR The new Ball and Keg's are awesome!



Submitted March 29, 2016 at 10:42PM by 123rdb http://ift.tt/1RxkfNL Homebrewing

I need f.lux on my refrigerator light Showerthoughts

last night I went for a drink at 4 am and it was blinding



Submitted March 29, 2016 at 10:25PM by buck9000 http://ift.tt/1UzWnPI Showerthoughts

The Posh Breakdown of the Gorilla Who Refers To Himself as an Ass copypasta

In, at, or to this place or position. In, at, or to this place or position. In, at, or to this place or position, it is the destination that we shall be heading.

At long last these fine gentlemen have arrived at this place or position, and they are currently in the process of fulfilling the task of presenting a form of entertainment to whoever might be watching this screen.

Perhaps if thou art aware of the lyrics to the display of musical poetry that they are about to present, then thou art more than welcome to come together with these gentlemen and act as they shall be doing.

We highly advise that thou perform the action of having the palms of your hands meet together, that is if thou happen to be in a suitable mood to strike the palms of your hands in a rapid succession in a manner that would normally generate signs of applause. Keep a good mind that thou art intended to be doing this while we bring you along the thrills of a popular genre of music of African American origin in which words are recited rapidly and rhythmically over a prerecorded, typically electronic instrumental backing about primates such as this one.

Interjection normally uttered in the form of a question to express the emotions that come with being surprised, in a state of disbelief, anger, or interest.

The fourth letter of the basic modern Latin alphabet that represents the voiced alveolar or voiced dental plosive followed by the eleventh letter of the aforementioned alphabet representing the voiceless velar plosive. These initials are used to describe the sizeable mammal of the eponymous genus "Gorilla" who refers to himself as an ass.

This fine specimen of a simian is the commander of the group of others for which he normally resides with. Thou art well aware of him as well as the reputation he has made for himself. And now at last he has returned from wherever he has been to deliver a powerful blow from his leg onto some flexible appendages located at the end of one's vertebrae.

This simian is in possession of a weapon capable of launching wooly brown seeds originating from a tropical palm that consists of a hard shell lined with edible white flesh and containing a clear liquid. The launching is executed in thin powerful streams.

If thou be unfortunate enough to be struck by one of these powerful streams it will surely evoke a most excruciating wave of pain that would be most undesirable to the part of your being in question.

He who refers to himself as an ass happens to be even more sizeable than he once was, able to reach higher bursts of speed than ever before, and is also more efficient in being able to withstand or exert feats of great physical strength than previously noted, and is the original individual belonging to the organization of the fourth letter of the basic modern Latin alphabet that represents the voiced alveolar or voiced dental plosive and the eleventh letter which represents the voiceless velar plosive.

Interjection normally uttered in the form of a question to express the emotions that come with being surprised, in a state of disbelief, anger, or interest.

The fourth letter of the basic modern Latin alphabet that represents the voiced alveolar or voiced dental plosive and the eleventh letter which represents the voiceless velar plosive. The gorilla who refers to himself as an ass.

The fourth letter of the basic modern Latin alphabet that represents the voiced alveolar or voiced dental plosive and the eleventh letter which represents the voiceless velar plosive. The gorilla who refers to himself as an ass is present within the facilities of this place of business.

This stout female mammal of the hominid species of apes in the genus "Pan" possesses a notably large amount of charisma so I would highly request that all the men in the confines of the area direct their attention to what I am about to say concerning her.

She is gifted with the uncanny ability to adjust her size to even smaller proportions all for the sole purpose of persuing the needs of her emotions.

This Chimpanzee is quite capable of moving at high speeds and displaying her equally fast wit upon doing so, but only if the occasion at hand calls for such maneuvers; as well as being able to levitate without concern for the laws of gravity along with scaling tall plants that branch from the ground in leafy bunches along their trunks.

Should thou select this fine lady as your avatar of which to traverse the island she resides in, it shall definitely not be a regrettable decision. Upon performing the second and third actions required to execute a track-and-field event in which competitors attempt to jump as far as possible, known as the triple jump, in reverse order, she immediately becomes a more charismatic simian garnering the attention from others.

The fourth letter of the basic modern Latin alphabet that represents the voiced alveolar or voiced dental plosive and the eleventh letter which represents the voiceless velar plosive. The Gorilla who refers to himself as an ass.

Lacking the attractiveness and charm of the previously mentioned chimpanzee, as well as an overall sense of elegance in his refinements or movements, this example of an Asian species of extant great apes is adorned with a highly amusing front upon his somewhat unstable cranium.

The orangutan in question is able to stand upside down utilizing his hands for support, but as with the small lady from before, only performs this feat when absolutely required to do so. However, he shall gladly elongate the muscles of his upper limbs in an outward position upon your request alone.

Pumping air in his own body in a way that is sure to expand it, in a manner strongly resembling that of a colored inflatable rubber sac that is often used as a decoration or given to young individuals.

This primate, despite being quite mentally insane, thoroughly enjoys this melodic performance.

Interjection normally uttered in the form of a question to express the emotions that come with being surprised, in a state of disbelief, anger, or interest.

The fourth letter of the basic modern Latin alphabet that represents the voiced alveolar or voiced dental plosive and the eleventh letter which represents the voiceless velar plosive. The gorilla who refers to himself as an ass.

The fourth letter of the basic modern Latin alphabet that represents the voiced alveolar or voiced dental plosive and the eleventh letter which represents the voiceless velar plosive. The gorilla who refers to himself as an ass is present within the facilities of this place of business.

This fine gentleman has returned once more, however a good sum of people, such as me, share the opinion that he should have arrived a lot sooner.

The first several occurrences in which this tailed tree residing mammal has emerged appeared to have been lacking in emotion, but presently, he is fully willing to attend this occasion.

He is capable of launching himself into the farther reaches of the atmosphere as long as his jet-propelled backpack, normally used by astronauts to independently propel themselves in space, is equipped, and is also a notable example of the primate of the Haplorrhini sub-order, being strong enough to withstand adverse conditions should his small fire-arms be readily available within his hands.

Thou will surely find it hard to resist as this simian forces the corners of your lips to rise in an approving fashion by playing a self-composed melody. However if thou happen to be a scaled water-dwelling reptile of the subfamily Crocodylinae, I highly warn that thou be quite aware of your surroundings as he fully intends to unleash total destruction to your well-being.

Interjection normally uttered in the form of a question to express the emotions that come with being surprised, in a state of disbelief, anger, or interest.

The fourth letter of the basic modern Latin alphabet that represents the voiced alveolar or voiced dental plosive and the eleventh letter which represents the voiceless velar plosive. The gorilla who refers to himself as an ass.

Interjection normally uttered in the form of a question to express the emotions that come with being surprised, in a state of disbelief, anger, or interest.

In such a way as to put an end to this performance, he attends momentarily for the sake of fulfilling your amusement.

And attending would be the latest and final individual belonging to the organization of the fourth letter of the basic modern Latin alphabet that represents the voiced alveolar or voiced dental plosive and the eleventh letter which represents the voiceless velar plosive.

The maximum amount of force that this gorilla's muscles can exert against some form of resistance in a single effort is so intense that it would not provoke laughter in the eyes of the common viewer. In fact it is prone to striking immense amounts of terror in the hearts of water-dwelling reptiles of the subfamily Crocodylinae, causing them to call out in a rather frightened state for their female parental guardians responsible for laying the oval shaped organic vessels in which they hatched from.

With the incredible ability of lifting large chunks of solid rock either compacted together from years of pressure or smoothened out by erosion in a manner that would be extremely difficult for the average ape, he proceeds to destroy them in a crumbling fashion, making such a feat appear to be a simple task when it is performed by him.

Although he is a rather slow being in terms of physical speed, and also crippled with the inability to launch himself from the ground as high as his peers can due to his girth, he more than makes up for his shortcomings in his satanic nature.

Interjection normally uttered in the form of a question to express the emotions that come with being surprised, in a state of disbelief, anger, or interest.

I highly request that this elderly simian known for his mean spirited and angry traits would follow these ramblings with a musical bridge, that is sure to lead us to a contrasting section of this composition in a manner that briefly mentions various edible confectioneries that may or may not be normally stored in refrigerators as a somewhat obvious way to parody the notion that there is a musical bridge present at this point of time.

E- E- E- Edible seeds of any tree of the genus Juglans, groundnuts in the legume or "bean" family, and the heavenly aromas of the tropical plant with edible multiple fruit consisting of coalesced berries,

Fruiting berries of the botanical genus Vitis, heavy fleshy fruits with thick rinds, hybrids of pomelo and mandarin citrus fruits, and the shells of seeds originating from palm trees.

Interjection using a synonym for the word "yes" that shows signs of a great influx of joy.

Edible seeds of any tree of the genus Juglans, groundnuts in the legume or "bean" family, and the heavenly aromas of the tropical plant with edible multiple fruit consisting of coalesced berries,

Fruiting berries of the botanical genus Vitis, heavy fleshy fruits with thick rinds, hybrids of pomelo and mandarin citrus fruits, and the shells of seeds originating from palm trees.

Interjection using a synonym for the word "yes" that shows signs of a great influx of joy.

Edible see--

cue explosion

Pit: Again today I'm really gay I always diieee~♫!

cue dying


Note: This is a transcript of this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdcAISQdhhA



Submitted March 29, 2016 at 08:26PM by gameonion http://ift.tt/1Tguvys copypasta

Aarons will rip you off! computers

So I purchased a touch screen Dell Windows 8 computer from Aarons. It was supposed to be new, and was still in the box when I signed my rent to own contract. My last payment on this item was the first of this month (March 1st 2016) which I have not paid for one reason...the computer was broken from the first day I powered it on! I took it back, and was given a loaner computer. They told me it would take a month to repair...it took three months. I got it back last month, and noticed its still not working correctly! Under my agreement, the warranty expires once I make my last payment but its still broken. I have paid with interest around 2,000 dollars for this computer that had a bad battery, the graphics board was shot, and now I've realized there is something wrong with the mouse pad. You touch the built in pad, and the mouse on the screen jumps all over the place. I have rented to own from them before (a refrigerator) and had problems with it as well. Fool me once shame on them, fool me twice shame on me...I should have never gotten this computer. Advice as to what to do? I want them to fix it, but if I make my last payment, and I hand it over...I may never see it again.



Submitted March 29, 2016 at 06:15PM by animegirl1985 http://ift.tt/1Myz7OU computers