Braising low and slow would be a better method. It won’t completely break down, but the rest of the connective tissue should melt in your mouth.

The urethra is still separate from the digestive system though.

I would kill that with some Nutella.

Then I’m guessing rubs the residue on his gums. Repeatedly.

Can’t let it go to waste!

LD50’s are fun!

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Median_lethal_dose

I get being curious, but different people have different timelines and levels of comfort when processing their trauma.

If they’re ready to discuss and let you know what happened, they’ll offer the amount of information they’re prepared to share. If they don’t offer, then please respect their space.

(yet)

I was 48 before things started turning around for me. It’s amazing what finally getting a stable job and sleep can do for mental health.

I hope you find what meets your needs, friend.

I read that in Wallace’s voice.

I can see someone submitting a DNA sample to Ancestry and watching the horror/drama unfold.

What would be worse - finding out the sample came from a missing person, or someone who never offered the donation?

I’m guessing there’s serious calculations that need to be made here. Once the seal has been broken, gravity can aid evacuation and the momentum into a properly timed flush should carry it through.

Before I started caring about my waistline, I used to make giant batches of home made macaroni and cheese a few times a month. My recipe is simple, but I recognize it’s also probably an abomination when compared to proper techniques, but here’s the thing - it’s easy, forgiving, and it works!

Forgive my lack of measurements. I’m going to try, but I’ve just winged it for years.

3-4 cups of milk in at least a 2qt saucepan. Slowly heat to almost a simmer, stirring to keep the bottom from scorching. As it’s heating, really mix about 1/2 cup milk and a couple fat tablespoons of flour. You want a good amout of flour, but loose enough to still be able to pour. When the milk is starting to ripple, slowly pour in the flour mixture while whisking.

This would technically be the hardest part. Don’t add all the flour mixture yet. Flour thickens the most once it comes to a boil. Mix/whisk in about half, see how thick the mixture gets once it starts to bubble (watch for hot spatters!) When I make it I want like a gravy texture - not runny, not pudding, somewhere in between. Not thick enough? Add more flour mix. Too thick? Add a splash of milk. You just need it to bubble slowly for a couple minutes to achieve it’s full potential.

Once you’ve gotten a decent texture (remember it will thicken a little more after cooling) take it off the heat. Add garlic powder, onion powder, whatever seasoning you want, just be careful with salt until you’ve tasted it with the cheese. Now that you’ve stirred it a bit, add your cheese and let the remaining heat melt it. Depending on if you’re using shredded or cut a block into chunks, you may have to warm it a little on the heat if it gets too cold, but DON’T bring it back to a boil. There’s a risk some cheeses might break if you do. Don’t get it too hot and you should be good.

I fought with making a proper roux too many times. My “nobody knows what I’m doing alone in the kitchen” version was far easier (forgive me real chefs 😉.)

I mean, they have to right? The day shift and half the night shift just walked out, so plan on opening and closing. I don’t know what their problem is. Nobody wants to work anymore.

Before reading your comment I’d seen the image, laughed, and showed it to my adult son who also snickered. I then told him if he and his brothers don’t do something similar when I’m gone, I’ll be terribly disappointed.

Everyone has different comfort levels with death. I work in hospice so I see death regularly, and am about as comfortable as I can be with the idea. I hope my son’s can be as comfortable too. We’re very loving, but share similar sense of humor.

Throw in some subtle nuance in the delivery, and I’ve done similar to basically call someone a jackass to their face.

For a rough example - attending a kids birthday party in the presence of racist ex-inlaws. Somebody says something predictably racist, I say something obnoxious which on the surface sounds like I might agree with them for half a second, then the realization hits that I was making fun of them and I roll my eyes and walk away.

I’ve got one for you. I used to work at the Cortiva Institute - they were massage therapy (and some with esthetician programs) schools with about 30 campuses across the US. Staff were increasingly overworked, underpaid, and under pressure to pump out grads. This tore up the faculty because we WANTED the best for the students, so on the corporate level they leveraged that against us and went cheap on everything.

In their last year in attempts to “pretty us up” as investors were ready to sell us, someone had the brilliant idea to build a new “exciting” curriculum and print our own manuals, promising educational, color materials. What students got for they $17-19,000 was incomplete bullshit like this.

They ended up selling in 2019 and countless people across the country lost jobs, but I like to think we’re all better off for it considering the shit direction the company was going.

I work in hospice and travel to patient’s homes all day, but my scheduling is done over the phone from a work provided cell phone.

So either I have families/caregivers who never answer the phone and half don’t have voicemail set up or the voicemail is full. On the other hand, I have people that answer every call and now and become targets at a vulnerable time. Scammers fucking suck.

After watching a hospice patient cry because (according to her) the Dr interviewed on Fox News talked about how he doesn’t do abortions anymore after performing a late term abortion where the mother went into labor and delivered the baby before he could kill it, so he cleaned up the baby and consoled it as he discussed with the parents their options on how to dispatch it after the fact. She was inconsolable. But in drinking Fox’s Kool aid, it was the only channel she would watch.

For moral reasons I will take any opportunity to nudge the vulnerable away from the harm certain entities create.

Maybe not so far fetched. I work in hospice, with the vast majority of the patients I see in their 75-95+yo range. While most have no interest in technology, it’s not uncommon for the elderly to have “that grandchild” that helps everyone set up their cell phone, “get the Netflix to work,” set up Ring doorbells, etc. I’ve even known some to ask their grandchild to help their equally elderly neighbor (who doesn’t have any local family) with their new TV. It’s a thing.

LPT - only open one eye if you need any lights. Instead of being blinded by the light only to be lost in darkness when you turn it off, the eye you kept closed will remain more adjusted to the dark so you don’t step on the dog after you turned the light back off.