TrackinDaKraken

I remember a similar story from ~40 years ago, also in California. A man took out a family of four riding their bikes at the side of the road in Napa Valley.

Posted in r/teachers yesterday:

I took my own children to a park, there were about 8-10 kids running around between the ages of 1 and 6. The children were feral. The parents were on their phones the entire time. None of the bad behavior was noticed, let alone corrected. A three year old boy sat in a tunnel and screamed and pushed anyone who came near. Mom was oblivious. She wasn’t watching her kid, she was on her phone. Another girl (about 5) was being extremely rough around some of the toddlers (kicking towards them, jumping over a one year old at one point). Her dad didn’t correct the behavior. He didn’t see it. He was on his phone. I could go on. Besides the occasional glance, parents were completely disengaged from their children.

Maybe I’m remembering it wrong, but by the time they were introduced, even Zip drives were on the way out?

And, their temporary nature fits the fleeting nature of infatuation.

Right, this does depend on the criteria for successful treatment.

No one questions that pain killers are an effective treatment for pain, though they do nothing to cure the cause of the pain.

With belt of course. But, I also wear a device similar to a skirt cage, I designed and built it myself. It rests on wheels on the floor and attaches to the belt. One can’t be too safe when it comes to trousers.

I’m now considering helium balloons attached to the belt loops.

A compliment on something I made. A story I wrote, a meal I made, a piece of furniture I built, etc. I’ve received compliments on all of those, and yes, I feel proud of myself because of the compliment.

I’ve also received compliments on my appearance, my kindness, and my thoughtfulness, but those things just seem like a part of who I am, not something I’ve worked on. I wasn’t ugly, unkind, or thoughtless before, it doesn’t take any extra effort or thought. I haven’t done anything, I didn’t make anything that wasn’t there before.

Compliments on my writing are the most satisfying, because there was nothing on the page when I started and now there is a story completely of my own making (no AI, either).

I prefer the game two posts above about playing with his cock.

Enjoy being young, and if you’re lucky you won’t always be young.

As an American, I support this decision.