I either need to stop following British horror content or get a region-free player.

Does that mean I’m not imagining things when tomatoes taste fishy?

I gave those up after a bomb threat at my old office and trying to clip-clap my way down 20 floors. No longer recommend.

In French, it’s a hypothèque. Maybe you’ll pay it off.

I mean, their save percentage was pretty high?

My back hurts because I forced my dog to lunge for the forbidden street food instead of just letting him gracefully grab it without me trying to stop him.

Not enough burning to get it checked out, but enough that they can’t get back to sleep if they wake to use the toilet in the middle of the night.

I was told that the first workplace safety rule was “you must bathe your chimney sweeps once per week”.

Keeping in mind that the chimney sweeps were young boys who’d be sent up chimneys naked and the creosote was causing scrotal cancer.

There’s so much that we don’t realize we can lose.