Originally posted by -SpectraL
Volcanoes spew out more co2 than the rest of the entire planet does in 100 years. It's just another lame cash cow hoax to rob people of their hard-earned money.
According to the U.S. Geological Survey (USGS), the world's volcanoes, both on land and undersea, generate about 200 million tons of carbon dioxide (CO2) annually, while our automotive and industrial activities cause some 24 billion tons of CO2 emissions every year worldwide.
A 30-year-old man was brought to the ED by paramedics from outside a gas station bathroom. Police had been called because the patient had been in the bathroom for an hour, and they had to forcibly open the door to release him. The patient admitted to taking a “large” amount of MA in addition to six beers. The patient reported racing thoughts and feeling anxious but denied chest pain, shortness of breath, nausea, vomiting, or suicidal ideation. The patient denied having any medical problems or medications.
The patient was awake and conversant, but also agitated and restless. His vital signs were pulse 145 beats per minute, blood pressure 145/77 mmHg, oral temperature 37.2°Celsius, respiratory rate at 22 breaths per minute, pulse oximetry 97% on room air and a normal blood glucose. His physical exam revealed 4mm mydriasis without nystagmus and minimal reaction to light. He had positive bowel sounds and was not diaphoretic. The rest of his lung, heart, and extremity exam was unremarkable. An ECG demonstrated a sinus tachycardia, with no ischemic changes and normal intervals. Initial laboratory tests included electrolytes, complete blood count, liver function tests, and cardiac markers, with the following abnormal results: creatinine 1.3 mg/dL, creatinine kinase 1779 IU/L and troponin I of 0.11 ng/mL. A urine and serum toxicology screening was positive only for MA and alcohol.
The patient became more manageable over a period of four hours and asked to use the restroom. Appearing improved, remorseful, and ambulatory, his request was granted. He then disappeared for an hour and was later found in another part of the hospital in a decompensated state with tachycardia, agitation and altered mental status. The patient was restrained, sedated and admitted to the hospital. Tachycardia and agitation persisted despite over three liters of IV normal saline and almost 50 mg of IV lorazepam over the next 12 hours. Finally, the patient had a bowel movement productive of a tampon. In the morning, the patient’s mental status had resolved. Upon further questioning, the patient admitted to inserting a MA-soaked tampon trans-rectally. The tampon was not tested for MA. He subsequently signed out against medical advice rather abruptly and further information regarding his past MA use could not be obtained.
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Originally posted by -SpectraL
Makes it creamier. If you really want to go to town, drop in a slice of real butter into the hot macaroni and mix it in.
The things you're saying are literally on the back of the box under the directions.
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Originally posted by Sudo
Around here there are pockets of habitats for cats. Like just places where cats have the resources and support systems to live independently. I know a girl whose cat ran away to one particular low income housing area and recognized it while hanging out in someones apartment who continued to feed and look after it. The girl eventually confronted the man who was very defensive of the cat he had been looking after for years. The places are usually areas with a few buildings with stairwells and laundry rooms cats can live in
I had a feral I took care of for almost 4 years that lived entirely on my patio in a shelter I built for it during the winter. Bought the biggest and thickest styrofoam cooler I could, sawed a hole in one end, lined the inside walls with silver foil emergency blankets and stuffed it with straw. He would stay in there all day when it was really cold and I'd feed him 3 times a day every day but he still wouldn't let me touch him, would smell the back of my hand a bit if I eased towards him but he was too feral to warm up to me.
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Imagine substitutin crack for music I mean dope tapes This is how we would make it. (There it is right there) For all you playas hustlaz ballas and even you smokas Ma ma ma ma make crack like this Masta P Ghetto Dope No Limit Records Part of the Tobacco Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee. Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha. see Murder Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug dealas) Neighborhood dope man I mean real niggas Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent Professional crackslanger I serve fiends I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans But nowadays I be too smart for the Taz see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig What you need ten Ain't no fuckin order too big And makin crack like this is the song You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long Never cook yo dope it might come out brown Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine. 1. Look for the nigga wit the whitest snow 2. No buying from no nigga that you don't know make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be You get the baking soda I got yo D Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke An shake it up until it bubble up an get harder Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top Now ya cocaine powda is crack. Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked. Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope
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Ummmmm lets see. I eat when I'm bored. I got my teeth kicked in. I alternate between being incredibly introverted and being brutally honest, unable to find a happy medium in between. My back is curved. I have bitch tits. My dick looks weird on my gigantic fat body. I'm prone to anger and start arguments. I'm an awful judge of character bc I try too hard to give people credit even when they're probably massive pieces of shit. I'm easily able to rationalize away my responsibility for my part in the destruction and harm of other people, bc I completely own my fuckups so I feel like I shouldn't have to shoulder any extra burden (even though that's not the way any of this works). Ummmmm......I fantasize about being killed doing something heroic to lend meaning and balance to my otherwise bleak and squandered and sterile existence. I'm not super lazy I just don't have the energy to do much of anything anymore. I live in a room stacked with moving boxes and piles of clothes, electronics and other assorted bullshit. I'm late every single day to work. My hands shake and my heart pounds in my head when I get angry. Same thing when I have to do any kind of public speaking. I get anxiety often now, even though in my head I'm calm but it's unsettling to have my body do things I don't want it to do. I'm a disappointment as a son. I probably won't choose to see my father again before he dies- it's just doesn't feel high on my list of priorities right now. I've done some pretty reprehensible shit. I have no idea who I really am, and sometimes it's next to impossible for me to untangle myself from the criminal, impulsive, sometimes violent persona that I created for myself to feel more masculine and whole as the shiftless, drug addicted son of a single mother. I drove high. It's a miracle I didn't kill anyone. Early on I cut my product. I ripped people off. I overcharged friends. I stole from people. I lied a lot. I pawned my moms jedielry. I felt oddly fulfilled and turned on when a girl asked me to choke and hit her and hold her down. I have zero fashion sense. I hate my taste in music. I'm not nearly as talented or intelligent as anyone ever gave me credit for. I'm boring and just barely above average by every conceivable metric. I feel like it's my job to right wrongs and put people in their place. I'm often depressed. Thinking about killing myself is so routine that it's kind of just an intellectual exercise now. I'm not even unhappy, I'm just okay- but that scares the shit out of me that maybe that's all the rest of my life is. Not a lot scares me anymore bc the scariest thing was feeling yourself melt away and be completely out of control and have no idea who you are anymore.
And I leave laundry in the washer too long bc my attention span is shit so half the time it gets mildewed and I have to re wash it.
That's the only stuff I can think of off the top of my head that's probably passed any statute of limitations.
Good shit. Certainly won't be used against me at a later date. Lol.
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The trick is to envelop the soup in a watertight pouch of molten toasted cheese, and then eat it in one bite like a tide pod and feel the deep meaty juices warm your loins
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Damn this dude gives me hope for the future. Hopefully I grow up to be a strong principled father like that. Idk who this dude is but he seems like some kinda hippie beach jesus
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Originally posted by Sudo
I literally own 2 registered small businesses and am a local distributor for another brand whose competition is large corporations in an oversaturated market.
I sell paper bags to the many men who line up every day to bang §m£ÂgØLs mom in every orifice of her body
This has been going on for years, with all the money you are undoubtedly providing in this way for §m£ÂgØL's mom and her merry band of familial spics one could even argue that the proper way for him to address you would be: Daddy.
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Long term health is funny. Yes I say that and I'll probably be dead within 5 years but hey, I've abused the fuck out of my body pretty much non stop for the last 20 years and I made it this far , still alive and kicking, so whatever. There are too many old-timers in the bars I kick it in who've been drinking and smoking for 50 years straight to frighten me into giving a shit about my body.
Haha. I'm half kidding obviously I realize the importance of HEALTH. I just also know our bodies are resilient and generally pretty good at staying alive.
Thank you, body. I love you too. Aww me too. AWWWW!!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
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