Had this convo with an older coworker and he said it was common for parents that couldn’t handle their kids ( meaning they didn’t parent) to get a doc to medicate them. He had a friend who would be energetic and funny first 2 hours, then go to the nurse and become a zombie for the rest of the day.

Police aint gonna release the snitch’s name and then say they aren’t gonna pay either. Was there ever a snitch?

Grandma was a constant ball buster and, as my aunts and uncles weighed her prep carefully, said “why? You’re still gonna mess up the cooking. Stick to baking.”

Yeah, I didn’t exist for billions of years and I’m fine…ish. idk what happens after though

I recently had this conversation with my sister who’s been a huge swiftie for years. Her reaction:

Its a trolley problem and we all just collectively agreed to the answer.

What a weirdo, all the cool kids are into big beautiful algae and it’s exponential growth