I feel like everyone deserves at least one job related “fuck you” style moral victory in their lives and that qualifies for sure.

For me it was when the WORST manager I have ever had called me back a year after I quit to ask me to come work for her again and got to laugh in her face and tell her I’d have happily accepted half the pay at her place to scrub toilets as long as it wasn’t working with her, but instead I was making double what she paid me to do my dream job.

I’ve never done cocaine, BUT I’m pretty sure I know what it feels like.

No, it says the kidnapper gave him to another couple who raised him. The relationship of the kidnapper to those people, what they were told, etc is unclear.

This is legitimately so wholesome from start to finish. No “orphan crushing machine” vibes - just a reminder that most people are generally decent and helpful humans.

Fun fact: even “regular style” crutches are not actually supposed to rest in your armpits! You are supposed to hold onto the arm portion and use them similarly to the above crutches. When we adjusted that for the spouse, we had to shorten the crutches by like 2-3 inches and he said it was WAY more comfortable.

There are some videos on YouTube by physiotherapists etc that were supremely helpful - recommend giving them a quick watch and readjusting your crutches.

Source: spouse recently broke the hell out of his foot and also Had Shit To Do™.

Luckily it is not too hard to make my friend! Whip yourself up a batch tonight.

No, no, people will give up if it’s just one. You need to do two chests, marked #1 and #3. Film a #2 being buried also, but dig it up immediately.

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Pho!

Bed sheet suspenders. Dumb problem, stupidly cheap, horribly made, and ABSOLUTELY fixed the friggin sheets being yanked off the corner of the bed twice a night by my tumble-dry-medium sleeper of a spouse.

When they finally broke after almost 2 years I sewed some that’ll last 10 years and I don’t regret them at all.