Or a bivouac in which you can be constrained until you suffocate.
Or a bivouac in which you can be constrained until you suffocate.
I have friends
OK you don’t have to brag.
Did you accept the quest?
When I die I want my ashes scattered over the people I didn’t like.
Ew thought that was a centipede.
Drugs affect people differently. One or two drinks makes me giggly and buzzed. Weed just makes me sleepy, even sativa.
I make edibles, and I’m always looking for recipes with strong flavor because I hate the taste of marijuana. Mint is a good one.
Have you ever watched Blues Brothers?
“What kind of music do you play here?”
“Oh we have both kinds, country and western.”
But when you’re that cute, who cares?
Yeah yeah, call me when non-corporeal is an option.
Wakes me up in the middle of the night - check.
Oh they have both kinds, country and western.
Dread by Clive Barker (Books of Blood Vol 2) explores this, if you want a fictional answer.
I also liked (paraphrasing): “Can you think of any other candidates capable of beating trump?” Joe: “Yeah, at least 50 of them.”