It’s a medical emergency, the MD is handling it. Inserting himself into that situation wouldn’t improve it.
One of the angles shows him making a tiny step towards the fallen guy, and the secret service agent puts out a hand to stop him.
It’s a medical emergency, the MD is handling it. Inserting himself into that situation wouldn’t improve it.
One of the angles shows him making a tiny step towards the fallen guy, and the secret service agent puts out a hand to stop him.


Because they are fascist trash products built by fascist trash companies.
Duchovny’s heels are off the ground, amateur.


I heard an interview with a former FBI counterintelligence officer who said the fastest way to get information out of someone is an incorrect presumptive statement.
So “you seem like you were born in early March by your spirit shape” more often than you’d expect leads to “June 28th dumbass”.
POTUS’s bodyguard also put a hand out to stop him when he made a (very hesitant) move towards the sick guy.


That happened to my ex-wife, by a family member.
That she was expected to forgive and not make faces around afterward.


Weak acids/bases tend to not fully convert their potential free ions, stabilizing at particular pHs for relatively large ranges of concentration.
You can use that as a basis for solutions that aren’t super-basic but will preserve their pH in response to drips of acid.


Ahh I see you have forgotten pH buffering solutions.

Oh no they can just insult, scold, and abandon their voters and they will still come home. You don’t understand, Democratic politicians are entitled to the votes of minorities.

Jeez, democrats seem to really like Charlie Kirk and Dick Cheney.
I wonder why they’re having trouble with Muslim voters…


Lowe’s ain’t much better tbh.


My boobs got groped in public the first year they were appealing to men. I didn’t even realize what had happened at first.
Edit: I’m trans and my boobs became first attractive to men in my 40s. The incident I’m describing happened in the US.
The thing is you have one of those every twenty minutes all day between cigarettes.

John Larroquette was so good at playing a skeezy asshole for some reason!
I had no idea there was any sex in the song at all. I just hear hallelujah and my religious trauma kicks in.


I think they said they’d probably be able to wrap it up that night if they got dinner and the judge was like “hell yeah order up”.
There seems to be a sharp divide here.
I have a friend who is like this, used to be a physical chemist, knows exactly what she is trying to make and it’s a calibrated procedure that she needs to be focused for.
I like hanging out in the kitchen and I certainly like having someone willing to help out with stuff.