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Wait, was I supposed to be using them for something else?
Wait, was I supposed to be using them for something else?
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Nope, sorry about your luck. Nothing on anime or Star Trek, either.
You’re also likely to repeatedly trip whatever breaker that outlet is connected to unless it’s a big one like you’d have for a central AC unit, but then you’d likely also know enough to have a proper transfer switch.
Depression made me want to die more than once but my alcohol use led to me almost killing myself accidentally during one of the episodes. The 9mm I had just been holding to my head seconds earlier discharged because I was shitfaced and was handling it completely sloppily. I shot the ceiling but luckily nothing else. It scared me sober instantly and I realized how close I came. I got help too and I’m doing better now.
I’m glad you’re still here.
I took LSD, DMT, and weed one night several years ago. This was near the end of my experimentation phase with psychedelics before I finally came to my senses and chilled out so we’re talking heroic-level dosing, too. While peaking on something like 880μg, I smoked some weed to intentionally send the acid into overdrive and then took a couple big hits off a DMT vape.
Instant ego death.
At first I was just in awe of what I was seeing and experiencing, but soon I realized that I could no longer talk or even think linguistically. Language completely fails at some point when you’re that far gone but I was too far gone to remember that fact, let alone comprehend it enough for it to calm me down. I didn’t even know what I was, let alone who. I had a sense that I was a being of some sort who had once been able to communicate but I didn’t understand why I couldn’t anymore. Panic set in. Part of me was still dimly aware that I had taken something or at least done something to myself, even if I didn’t understand it was the cause of what was basically a temporary psychotic break, so I came to the conclusion that I had erased my brain like a hard drive that doesn’t even have an operating system anymore and that I would have to re-learn everything from scratch.
When I came down enough to find (and be able to use) my phone, I called a friend to come meet me at 3am (true bro) so that the re-education could begin immediately. By the time he got there, though, I realized that I couldn’t have wiped my memory since I remembered my friend and that I was, in fact, a fucking idiot. We had a good laugh and I decided to take it easy with the drugs after that.
You may also want to look into NZBget (download client) and nzb360 for mobile management if you happen to be an Android user – or LunaSea either way.
Reaches out just BEFORE the customer actually removes it. And that nervous smile doesn’t remotely look like genuine surprise.
IDK man, Hanlon’s razor being what it is, I choose to believe they’re just a fucking moron.
You can’t just tell us that without sharing the misspelling.
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I can’t get over the missed opportunity to call it CRAMM.
I think they mean as opposed to 80% of the periodic table. Maybe.
Nuke it from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.
That’s because the new one is just the existing web app that loads inside an Edge instance so they were basically starting from scratch. I realized that when I discovered I couldn’t open the new version on my laptop that I had uninstalled Edge from.
Oh, and MS is killing the old version. Joy.