That’s called aftercare.
That’s called aftercare.
I’m genuinely curious what that number would be if we removed any stigma from admitting to it. I’m having trouble finding reliable numbers for sociopathy, but my unreliable memory from reading The Sociopath Nextdoor was 5% of the population are sociopaths, and I don’t think it’s unreasonable that 20% of those would have people they’d kill if there were no consequences for doing so.
If not for people’s negative feelings toward being murdered, I would only take <1% of people enjoying murdering for it to be an extinction-level problem.
Or is it “inem”?
Both options have a two-letter remainder.
Filling slots is how you make the family
Which today just reminds you that left handed women have lower standards for casual sex. Nobody remembers its origins in manual tool usage.
look inside Firefox
See Netscape
yay!
Boston Rob
And the other one is giving a peace sign.
The voice in my head requires complex language and symbolism. I don’t doubt that they’re capable of thought, just like Helen Keller was capable of thought before having language, but I doubt that it’s like the “little voice” in my head.
if you don’t mark them
This is why, whenever I’m truly happy, I whip it out and pee in the nearest vaguely vertically-oriented object.
I sneak into your bedroom every night with a syringe of novicain.
Nobody’s suggesting to save every penny. Just save enough to make sure you’re not homeless or hungry when your body and mind aren’t capable of earning an income beyond that of a Walmart greeter.
WENK
No Mercy
Where do you go, my lovely?
Boocentennial?