Oh, man, this reminds me of when the default username/passcode was being shared for the displays. 4chan had its moments. I wonder if they are still the same...
FindME
Don't let your arguments loose. An argument needs to be tightly held, corralled, and directed narrowly, right at the crack in the opponent.
I can't remember the details, but they basically stopped enforcing this in 2003. Now texas has giant dildo stores, just like the rest of civilization.
Look, all you have to do is memorize a couple thousand pages of reagents and their products. It's easy, bro. Don't even think about all the pressure/temperature/volume/math-like-Le-Chatelier's-Principle stuff, that's physics, bro.
If I remember correctly, they can be anonymous. If that's the case, they wouldn't really be easily taxable. Still, we are talking about the government here, and if they tax lottery winnings, I would bet they tax rewards.
Do we get to use the 'ole stick trick, mistah?
1.Blame everyone else, someone MUST have stolen or maliciously misplaced your items.
2.Tear whole apartment apart (hence the name). Of course you cannot find it.
Oh my god, I am so ashamed when I do this. Like, I know they only do it 5-10% of the time, but I 'ask' them if they've moved it nearly every time.
It's prolific, for certain. I have been reading research papers for a laboratory class (3000 level) that are written over the entire semester with a group. They contain errors so horrific that I don't understand how the student passed any writing class. There were entire paragraphs without a single complete sentence, and others where another paper was cited without any connection to what was being said.
I'm not joking when I say that our response at the academic/instructional level during the COVID pandemic has ruined the intellect of a segment of the population. Combine that with the push I saw ten years ago while working in lower grades to pass students to the next grade regardless of their capabilities and the greed of colleges to get those first year students, as Maggoty mentions, and it's a perfect storm.
I think it was a five month wait to see if I had cancer. Luckily it wasn't a bad one, eh?
The housing I remember in Japan was the coffin box. A little space long enough for you to lie down in, with a small cubby for items. I think it was about 30 sq. ft. and maybe 90 cu. ft.
I always wanted to warn about radioactive bears ahead. I don't know why that was always the thing, but it seemed silly enough to make people smile while scaring the idiots.