John Wick awesome. James Bond Craig Skyfall and Casino Royale awesome. Action movies from that era - Stallone, Arnold, Willis, Van Damme awesome also chuck norris. Bond movvies - Dalton best before Craig era. Action movies good ones still out - Top Gun 2 epic, Nobody was SO GOOD! BobOdenkirk ftw.

I apologise for not being specific. I meant specifically the pedophile furries.

In your OP you never mentioned you were doing a backdoor Roth IRA. You should edit your OP. Even then I don't understand why you are keeping it in essentially cash before doing the conversion. https://www.investopedia.com/terms/b/backdoor-roth-ira.asp

As mentioned above the interest goes to shares not dollars.

If you're trying to make me disappointed then your doing a good job at it.

To be fair the Gulf is already a toxic waste zone thanks to BP, maybe it's better to drill there than Alaska?

>Sex always felt like a chore to me ... In the beginning I was never able to come, he always said it's my fault ... I feel like my view on sex is sort of distorted, I never did it for myself. I had other sex partners after my relationship and I never enjoyed it that much ... We tried making me come, I showed him what I do and I also brought my toy, but it just didn't work. At some point I suddenly broke down crying, I think trying to make me come to no avail triggered me.

The first lie that your ex told you was that it was your fault. Fault and guilt have nothing to do with it. You do not owe anybody an orgasm. Not even yourself. Orgasms, when they happen, are a treat. A treat for you. You're thinking of your own orgasms as a gift to your partner, not a gift to yourself. Please be more selfish about this.

I recommend getting lots of practice in giving orgasms to yourself. By yourself, you don't need to think about anyone else. Try different things, just to see what works and what doesn't. It's all about you.

Once you start to get good at giving orgasms to yourself, think about things you could do with another body in the room to spice things up. Even if it's just somebody to help you operate three toys all at once. Then add that body. Make it a fun, stress-free, exploration. Above all, be sure to enjoy the things that aren't orgasms too.

Thanks man, a lot of great relationships need humor

I can send you pictures of the neighborhood around Addison when I get a chance if need be. But it’s genuinely a safe place as far as Newark goes. Which is to say, things can still happen, but you don’t need to be as worried as you would be living in the South Ward.

Is there any reason to think cops in places like Chicago or Baltimore are better than DC cops? Because the prosecution rates for local DA offices are about 2-3x better in literally any other jurisdiction than DC. THIS IS NOT NORMAL. Stop defending criminal actors who are disproportionately causing harm to low-income disadvantaged communities.

Seems like there's a Nutter or Butter place this should go...

Again, it’s a dogshit law, so I guess I don’t really care that a judge, magistrate, or other hearing officer confirmed it was being applied correctly. Have a good one, bud.

Does it get below freezing at those places? I have lived in very nice and very poor places in the south, but I have never seen dual faucets anywhere except for a maintenance closet with a sink or something like that. Definitely not in anything residential though. Makes me wonder if it has to do with pipes freezing or something.

Not everyone needs to follow the ada. Is for 15+ employees companies etc. Smaller businesses don't need to follow it.

David stood on the wrong side of the railing along the Old East Bridge, his hands behind him gripping the cold steel, as he stared through the swirling flurry of snow at the icy water churning hundreds of feet below him.

He could lean forward, let go, and that would be it. A moment of cold and dark, and then nothing. All the pain and despair would be gone. He swallowed hard, then closed his eyes tightly, willing his fingers to unclench.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his hands still clamped down on the railing in spite of himself.

"Can't do it, huh?" said a voice from behind him. It startled him so much he almost did let go, but he quickly steadied himself and looked back. A man in a long, dark coat leaned against the bridge beside him, regarding him with a friendly smile that didn't touch his narrow brown eyes.

"Stay back! D-don't try to stop me!" David warned, unsteadily. He'd already made up his mind, he just needed his body to catch up.

The man chuckled. "Nah! You got it all wrong, buddy. I'm not gonna try to stop ya. I'm a real believer in...whaddya call it...free will. Ya wanna shuffle yourself off the ol' mortal coil? Well, that ain't nobody's business but yours, as far as I'm concerned."

David licked his chapped lips. "Then...then no offense, but why don't you just go away? I'd rather be alone."

"Sure, sure!" the man said, easily. "It's just that, well, if you don't mind my saying, it looks like you're having a bit of trouble taking the next step. I can help with that."

"I-I don't need a push!" David said, reflexively tightening his grip on the railing.

The man in black laughed. "I ain't gonna push you, pal! I'm just here to offer a little encouragement, is all." He lifted a black-gloved hand and snapped his fingers. David stared in bewilderment, as a gigantic silvery moving screen seemed to materialize in the air above him.

"What? How did you..." he trailed off, as a film began to play on the screen. It was his childhood home, just as he remembered it. His brother, sister, mother and father were seated around the old kitchen table, talking and laughing as they had breakfast.

"Notice anything, buddy?" the man asked, genially.

"It's...it's exactly how it was...how is that possible?" he said, staring at the apparition in awe.

"Not exactly, buddy, but I'm not surprised you didn't notice; after all, no one else noticed either. You're not there," the man pointed out.

"I don't understand." David said, as he watched his happy parents and siblings.

"See, everyone wants life -- especially their life -- to have some kinda meaning." the man explains. "It's the part of you that wants that, that won't let you let go of that railing. That's why I'm here to help. Because the truth is..."

The man snapped his fingers again.

David saw his high school basketball team. They'd gone to the State Championship when he played with them, but it appeared from what the man showed him that they would have done just as well without him.

Snap.

He saw his friends from college, enjoying their wild days without him as much or more than they'd done with him.

Snap.

He saw the woman who'd later become his wife, falling in love with and marrying someone else.

Snap.

He saw everything he'd ever achieved in his professional life, being done a thousand times over by other men in other places. He stared wide-eyed, his mouth opening and closing mutely as he saw image after image illustrating his own worthlessness.

"...the truth is, life don't got no meaning. Especially not yours, buddy." the man said, softly. "Those instincts telling you to hold on? They ain't nothing but a con."

He reached out, and squeezed David's shoulder, gently. "I know it's hard to accept. The truth usually is. Most guys wish they wasn't ever born, when they learn the way things really are. Ain't nothing you can do about that, unfortunately -- nothing I can do either, to be honest. But I can help you get it over with, to skip to the punchline of the big cosmic joke, so to speak."

David's head dropped forward, and his shoulders began to shake.

"Aww. There there, buddy." the man soothed. "It'll all be over soon. All you gotta do is let go."

David's shoulders shook harder, and then all at once, he burst out laughing.

The man frowned. "What the...you lose your marbles or something, pal?"

He shook his head. "Ha....no...I just...I just..."

Abruptly, David turned, and hoisted himself over the railing, back onto the bridge.

"What are ya doing?" the man protested.

"Whoo!" David cried, laughing and spinning a circle as he looked at the falling snow.

"What the hell's gotten into ya?" the man demanded, scowling.

He whirled around to face the man, beaming. "Hope!" he cried.

"Hope? How did ya get hope outta what I just showed ya?"

David laughed, crossing his arms. "Well, I mean, you're obviously the Devil!"

The man cleared his throat. "I, uh...what makes you say that?"

"A guy with magic powers shows up out of nowhere and tries to convince me there's no hope and that I should kill myself?" David said, raising an eyebrow. "You kinda telegraphed it."

"Well, uh..so what if I am?!" the man retorted. "You're still in a hole ya ain't never gonna dig out of, your life is still pointless, and you'd still be better off on the other side of that railing!"

David snorted. "Come on. I may have been wishing I'd never been born, but I wasn't born yesterday. You're the devil! You lie! Maybe not everything you say is a lie, but anything you'd go through that much trouble to tell me has practically got to be false!"

The man in black's eyes widened, and darted from left to right, as though searching for a way out. "Er...well..."

David laughed and jabbed a finger at him. "Aha! I knew it! Which means, ipso facto, that I can infer that life definitely does have meaning and purpose, and I can further deduce that my life in particular must have some especially noble purpose to fulfill -- otherwise, why would an actual devil be going out of his way to get me to kill myself?"

"I..." the man stammered, uncertainly.

Then to the man's utter amazement, David embraced him.

"Merry Christmas, you wonderful old demon!" David cried, tears of joy glistening in his eyes as he held the man close for a long moment.

Then, without another word, David turned and ran laughing into the snowy Christmas Eve night, leaving the flabbergasted devil behind.

Respectfully, for you and other people who may be confused, this is a bad take.

The Satanic Temple is not an organization that believes in a supernatural Satan, but one that uses him as a symbol in the rebellion against authority. I, of course, am assuming that you think "dying on a hill" for Satanists is inherently wrong.

I would also argue that if you believe in the principals of the Constitution it is important to stand up for them especially when you disagree with the side whose rights are being infringed. There is the old chestnut of protecting the speech you don't like, which applies here.

Finally, you are wrong about the legal issue. The Equal Access Act of 1984 prohibits public secondary schools that receive federal funding from denying equal access to extracurricular clubs, including religious clubs, based on the content of their speech. You have to let all religious clubs or none. The district already opened the door to religious organizations, they can't close it behind them.

agreed

Lol. Today is my birthday. Sometimes, I even forget it exists.

Given the speed of advancement from gpt3 to gpt4 it's entirely possible now for a game to use AI dialog and it will be at a very high standard.

I apologize for spamming, just trying to help people if I can. I’m just an avid film shooter myself and have had film ruined by drug stores in the past.

Perchachow I select youUUUUU!!!!

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Can’t say for sure about everywhere, but the bank I work at it’s just giving up interest

Lititz (Lancaster Co) is home to Rock Lititz (if you aren't familiar - look it up) - so there's a direct connection to the entire music industry here. It's not uncommon to see tour busses and trucks from top name performers on the north end of Lititz when they are here to prepare for a new tour; or stop in along a tour for equipment fixes. There's a small venue right on the campus which has an incredible (Claire Brothers) sound system but its mostly tribute bands that play there. The prices are pretty reasonable to get seats, though they recently changed from using Event Brite to TicketMaster so there are probably higher fees now. And you're only about 5-8 miles from Lancaster where there are more clubs, etc.

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not that I know anything, but I thought weight requirements were only for when you & apply & are in the academy, once you are done -not enforced- again don’t know this to be fact