The whole thing gives me the ick.. but in the middle of it is using the term 'barely legal' to describe minors.

15 is not at all legal.. 15 is statutory rape.

I don't give a rats ass hair for the technicalities of what particular niche paraphilias a rapist and human trafficer has.

"Nae king! Nae quin! Nae laird! Nae master! We willna' be fooled again!"

As of last Thursday when I put them in the composting bin, Mine were getting a bit slimy inside but were actually doing OK lookswise.

I've found that because of the relatively high humidity and lowish temps they keep pretty well for about 2 weeks

I just don't have the spoons to deal with people who are deliberately or belligerently obtuse.

I have thoughts. But I have no desire at all to spend my entire day trying to explain myself to people who either dont read or can't parse what I have written. Or worse yet argue with people who agree with me but insist I am wrong.

The extra half hour is so that your backside knows it's art.

“When a scab comes down the street, men turn their backs and angels weep in heaven, and the Devil shuts the gates of Hell to keep him out. No man has a right to scab so long as there is a pool of water to drown his carcass in, or a rope long enough to hang his body with.” - Jack London

These trains are all neatly stacked and orderly. The issue is that they have to be unstacked by someone with an entirely different set of priorities than the person who stacked them.
Both persons may well "technically" be the same person but that is a quirk of linear time that we all struggle with.

The Scottish vernacular has a wonderful phrase for exactly these kinds of situations...

"See ya! Bye!"

I took a peek at your media in the hope that you'd posted it.
Genuinely, well done.

Did you make a child cry?