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    • Darumaka

      I’ve done it three times now (I’m bad about making myself lotion my feet after a shower so yes they turn into terrible, sandpapery hooves in no time) and only had it fail to work once. I’d definitely recommend soaking your feet for 30 minutes before you use it and, if you can, soak them every day for 30 more minutes, especially once they start to peel. I left it on for the max recommended time, I think 90 minutes, and then washed my feet. It makes them feel swollen and weird for about 12 hours afterward but then they go back to normal. Despite the fact that I was leaving flesh confetti everywhere, it was very satisfying to scrub your feet over a trash can and get rid of all the dead skin. I used The Face Shop’s smile foot peel because it’s cheaper than baby foot. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00D3D01KU/?tag=buzz0f-20

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      I miss pokevision but there’s another site that’s still working (for now) called trackemon.com, it’s much much more sluggish than pokevision but it’s still helped me locate some random uncommon and rare pokemon that popped up in my neighborhood after the update. The nerfed capture rate is REALLY frustrating though. At level 19 a fuckin’ 10 cp pidgey should not be busting out of it’s pokeball more than once, if at all…

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      I’m a librarian so my experience isn’t retail, but it might amuse some folks. I actually work on a bookmobile so it’s not like we have a lot of room to put books. As soon as you climb on board, the shelves you face are all fiction books with a big FICTION sign clipped to the front of the shelf. People climb up the stairs, stare at the shelves, then look at us and ask if we carry fiction books. YES BUT CAN YOU READ. Also I seriously had one lady browse the shelves for 5 seconds and then ask me if we had anymore books “in the back.” What… what back? We’re on a fucking bus, the only storage other than she shelves are too grody as fuck external compartments we keep safety cones and engine oil in. Seriously, I need to know where this mythical “back” is because we could really use more storage.

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      I have a cat, my house smells just fine and so do I, because I scoop her cat box out every day and do a complete litter change once a month. I have yet to find a single crumb of litter outside of the bathroom where her box is. Our dog shits on the floor more often than she does, if he’s upset (for real, he poops when he’s mad it’s hilarious, except poop) or just can’t hold it in anymore. I actually walk on the floors where he has accidents, and so have to clean up with lysol when he has them. The cat’s poop is kept contained to her box. She even goes to the litter box when she needs to throw up or has a hairball, which is amazing to me. I never trained her to do that, she just knows litter box = elimination zone.  The dog doesn’t like to play, he sleeps in his bed all day or chews on his squeaky toys to hear the squeak. My cat fucking loves to play fetch with pompoms or crumpled bits of paper. She’ll bring it to you, drop it in your lap, and wait patiently for you to toss it. If you keep tossing it, she’ll just keep bringing it back (unless she drops it in her water bowl, then I have to throw it away because gross. Not really sure why she does that.)  So, you know, all animals are different and great, ok.

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      The local university has about 10 (out of 25 total on campus!) pokestops along a trail that leads to a gym surrounded by about 4 more pokestops. Went there last night with some friends and found 30 more people all standing around talking under the stops which had lures active. Someone shouted they saw a pikachu and it caused a mad dash toward that area then we all celebrated catching said pikachu. The gym changed hands several times and, aside from a few overly competitive assbutts, everyone was really nice about it and talked strategy about tackling gyms. At one point we all heard this loud hissing sound and the talk died down while we tried to to try to figure out what it was, only to be overtaken by a wave of rain as it swept across campus. We all darted for a nearby building’s porch and just kept on chatting and catching pokemon until the rain passed.  I didn’t live on campus when I was in college so it was a great example of the camaraderie of campus life, plus all the locals like me who’d driven there just for pokemon.

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      Last night my fiance and I had just crawled into bed when I made the mistake of checking Pokemon Go one last time and saw there was a scyther in our neighborhood. Five minutes later and we’re both in the car, creeper-rolling down the streets on the hunt for him though. After an hour we gave up, I’m pretty sure the little bastard was hiding in someone’s backyard.

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      I can’t believe you didn’t have Mysterium on this list! It’s an amazing murder mystery game where a ghost sends your character, a medium, visions of how they were murdered. The visions are seemingly random images on cards and you have to guess what the ghost means by the image (kind of like Dixit if you know what that is.) The person playing the ghost can’t speak and has to use the cards they draw from the deck as their visions, even if they kinda suck. They’re a player in the game just like everyone else is - i.e. if all the mediums can’t solve who murdered the ghost together, then no one, including the ghost, wins.

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      I don’t like Beibs or most of his fanbase, but he’s entitled not do things that he feels are draining him or he just plain old doesn’t enjoy doing. That said he’s a fucking gigantic assholey douchenozzle for not refunding the money they paid to meet him on top of the concert ticket price, which was probably astronomical itself, unless they also surrender their concert tickets. That would be enough to make me no longer be a fan of is, it feels so fucking petty and childish - but we are talking about a fucking massive manbaby with an overinflated unwarranted ego here.

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      The!! Screening!! Was!! Not!! The!! Problem!! (aside from the undertones of racial profiling) He did not complain about being screened. He was probably not surprised, given that most people of observably Middle Eastern descent have been “randomly selected” almost every single time they’ve flown the past almost 15 years. It was the complete and utter disrespect they showed for his religious beliefs that is the problem. The fact that they were kind enough to allow him to remove his turban in a private room shows that they have at least a basic understanding that, for his religion, keeping his hair covered is a part of his beliefs to maintain modesty. They KNEW this, otherwise they would have asked/required him to remove his turban in front of the other passengers who were getting screened. When he then asked for a mirror to replace it before he had to reenter the public eye again and their response was a callous “lol sorry,” they knew exactly what they were doing. You know that TSA screeners have probably had 5,001 tests, workshops, and training courses on how to respectfully screen people of different cultural and religious backgrounds after the similarly 5,001 disputes they have faced since they were created. These particular screeners were just being racist, xenophobic assholes when this happened.  He respected them and their request to remove his turban and submit to the screening, and they shat all over him in response. The best example I can think of from a Christian faith would be for TSA to ask a Mormon to remove their temple garments so they can be screened.  You would honestly think we would be beyond this by now but after seeing how far that fuckwad Trump has gotten in the presidential election, I am learning that a disturbingly large portion of the American population is apparently filled with a rabid, vitriolic hatred of anyone who is not a fucking WASP.

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      A friend of mine in high school had similar combination skin to mine (zitty forehead and chin and dry cheeks) AND her family had the money to send her to a dermatologist, who recommended she use an exfoliating face wash with salicylic acid then treat the breakout prone areas with a benzoyl peroxide topical.  I copied her by trying Garnier Clean+ daily invigorating scrub in the shower and then using Clean and Clear Persa-Gel 10% benzoyl peroxide on my chin and forehead every single night, and in the morning I try to only wash my forehead and chin with the walmart knockoff of Neutrogena oil-free acne wash, and it’s worked great.  I used to get big, painful zits on my chin and lots of tiny ones on my forehead and now I only get them right around my lady times when it’s semi inevitable. Occasionally, around said lady times or when I’m just feeling a bit more oily than usual, I’ll use the Garnier Clean+ blackhead eliminating scrub in the shower instead since it has a higher percentage of the salicylic acid but it’ll suck the life out of your skin so it’s best to go sparingly with it.

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      I would like to say that as a former McD’s employee, albeit an American one, numbers 1 through 4 are bullshit. No one I worked with gave two fucks about making salt-free fries, it takes like 3 minutes to cook a basket, and as they’re going you just drop a biscuit tray liner in the fry bin and rinse the scoop, easy peasy.  Happy meals took no longer to assemble than a regular combo meal, although it did suck when mommy asked little Jimmy if he wants a cheeseburger or nuggets and Jimmy’s in the back seat screaming that he wants ice cream and nothing else, and mommy won’t make a parental executive decision for him.  Fish sandwiches sure as hell aren’t made to order, at least they weren’t when I worked there. In fact if I wanted a fish sandwich on my break I’d cook it myself because I knew the patties in the UHC had been there for a bit. And again, at least at my store, number 14 is also wrong. Every single bit of waste food at the end of the night was counted by a manager and then thrown in the trash, and only exceptionally nice managers let the employees take any leftovers. I had to beg to be allowed to take some cooked burger patties to the stray cats that hung around the parking lot. Plus who would want to eat the disgusting, soggy, glued together burger that’s sat in the heated buffer thingy for 2 hours and has probably been breeding E. coli, or the dried out pies that have been baking in the dispenser for 8 hours… that shit’s nasty. /pedant out It was fun making up out own food though, as in 16. Tip to any McD’s employee reading right now: chop up a piece of grilled chicken on the grill and pour a packet of buffalo sauce over it. Fry it with some red onions (do they still have those?) Toss a tortilla on a scraped grill platen and sprinkle some shredded cheese on it. Once all the sauce has cooked off the chicken, take the tortilla off and add toppings of your choice, I liked shredded lettuce and tomato. Maybe more, fresh red onion. Add the chicken and drizzle on a packet of ranch nugget sauce, then wrap the whole thing up. That was what I lived on when I worked there.

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      Seriously, does no one actually watch the people make your food? I used to work at McDs too and people would watch me like a hawk while I made their mcflurries, like they thought I was gonna gyp them on toppings or something. My favorite folks to make mcflurries for were the kids who came in late at night after smoking. Our McDs was connected to a gas station so they knew if they bought a candy bar from next door and asked nicely, I’d blend it up in their mcflurry for them. Learned some weird concoctions that way.

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      Mine’s fairly mild, and may or may not have actually been perpetrated by Time Warner but one of their contracted peeps, but one summer I was home alone and my lovely but rather slow grandfather came by to mow our lawn because he really fucking loves mowing grass. My stepdad warned him the day before to look out for a buried cable of some kind that we noticed had been exposed due to erosion. We hadn’t had the chance to call the city to come look at it and tell us exactly what it was so we could call the appropriate company to come fix it. He swore he would and just to be sure my stepdad stuck a couple of brightly painted stakes in the ground near it. I was watching TV, messing around on my computer when suddenly the cable and internet go out. My grandpa had mown right over the stakes and chopped the line in half, which we now knew was the cable line. I ran outside and stopped him and called my stepdad, who called Time Warner to let them know what happened. They had a crew out the next day to replace and re-bury the line. Again, I was home alone, and I watched from the window as they used the ditch witch to dig a furrow for the new cable line. Next thing I knew, the power went out. They had cut the buried power line to the house while they reburied the cable line. Again, I ran outside to stop them and called my stepdad, who I swear I heard facepalming repeatedly over the phone. It was an… interesting week, to say the least.

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      My girlfriend and I were living with her mom in SC. We were both absolutely ecstatic this particular evening because we’d just gotten a call from our realtor. We’d been looking for our own place and finally put in an offer on a cute starter home, and she’d called to let us know it’d been accepted. I’d just hopped into the shower, on top of the world and thrilled with life, until I glanced up and saw the HUGE MOTHERFUCKING PALMETTO BUG (those giant flying cockroaches) staring down at me from the top corner of the shower. I squealed and leapt from the tub, threw a towel around myself and ran to our room to tell her and she just laughed. She’d grown up in Charleston, where palmetto bugs are very common, so she knew how to deal with it. I followed her back to the bathroom and watched her try to coax the thing into a cup so she could set it free. Now, when I first saw it I did not know it was a palmetto bug. I grew up in NC and had not had the pleasure of encountering one yet. I did not know giant flying horror roaches were so common. So when she first started trying to brush it off the tub wall and that motherfucker flew at her I am unashamed to say I screamed again and ran, abandoning her to her fate. She “saved” the palmetto bug, setting it free outside, and laughed at my pansy ass for the rest of the night.

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