You can just pay for entrance without a card. They are not mandatory.
You didn’t have to get one. You could also just not.
Rephrased, “it’s not just fixing things that is my job. It’s also important that nobody else besides me can fix the things.”
Is this the same as “shit or get off the pot”?
Or is this literal advice about going to clubs?
My vet told me some dogs ate sensitive to grapes and some dogs can have as much as they want without harm and you only find out which way it is for your dog by watching them die of kidney failure
A trans woman sold me a car tire once outside Calgary and seemed to be having a just fine day working at the tire shop with her co-workers
I drive a giant motor home with headlights about five feet lower than my eye level.
Other cars’ reflectors work fine.
Sometimes it’s hard to read reflective signs above way over the highway, but retroreflective stuff at road level is definitely working
It does not — dumb people have the same access to the better drugs as smart people.
A eugenics-driven society where dumb people are left to die and smart people get extra health care likely would be effective at breeding children who are better at passing the “smart people” test, but I would not like to live in a society like that.
If you’re about to argue that having enough money to pay for health care correlates with intelligence… I would welcome some evidence. I used to think that was obvious but, having grown up and experienced the world some, the only thing I see that correlates with intelligence is depression.
Normal residential oven vent hoods do not remotely get all the cooking exhaust. I’m not sure they get any meaningful quantity of cooking exhaust.
Try an experiment that I’ve done at least once in several different houses over the years: turn on your hood vent fan, then leave your food on the stove and accidentally burn the everloving shit out of it.
Is your house full of smoke and fire alarms going off? Then your range hood is not protecting you from combustion products coming off the range
You can’t hurt me with this meme. I am somebody’s favorite person. At least one other person on this earth thinks I am the best.
What are tech companies going to do when customers go an increasing amount of years between purchases?
Ignore them and continue selling almost exclusively to businesses and manufacturers?
My friend in high school had a dog who didn’t like women.