Yes! Good clarification to make! And the fat parts have to be cooked (too many a time I’ve ordered a breakfast, to get uncooked fat).

I would, but the band hasn’t figured out that I don’t really know how to play the tuba yet.

Full English, however as everyone has slight variations or additions:
Sausages, hash brown, fried mushrooms, fried bread, bacon, black pudding, baked beans, fried egg.

… And now I’m hungry again.

My friend had this problem, I knew him for a while and couldn’t figure it out. I believe he was a “Transpondster”.

I was disappointed that the Android “BlackBerry” phones have such a bad keyboard. I still remember the one on my Bold 2, and I absolutely loved the shape of the keys. Touch typing at great speed was a breeze!!

The lack of basic things that used to be standard many years ago. Namely headphone jack and micro-SD card slot missing.

When I first saw The Lion King in the cinema, my best friend and I couldn’t stop crying at the Mufasa scene.

We were probably taken to a colourful McDonalds, to be cheered up, however we did not use the play room as someone was having a birthday there.

That is very, very different to my situation. Thank you for trying to help, however.

This is rather interesting to me, as I have gut issues where I should be limiting my consumption of red meat. Red meat, specifically beef, in excess gives me rather uncomfortable toilet visits, however completely refraining from any at all causes flare ups in my mental conditions (namely, my depression and CPTSD symptoms are somewhat more exaggerated). It’s at this point where I would crave something like a burger, almost like an addiction that somehow lay dormant until that moment, and my mood is lifted for some time afterwards.

I’m not within the field of science, however I have been noting how my diet affects my gut and mind for many years now, and that’s just what I’ve noticed. It makes sense to me for a study to prove some correlation as well between the gut and brain.

Sounds like you have a caring wife, I’m happy to read this.

I was diagnosed a few months after school ended. Same year as well. Parent still refused to believe it.

Not long after my mother recovered from chemotherapy, my grandmother passed away. I was tasked with disposing of my mother’s morphine, however I decided to take it for relief.

I was addicted not to the feeling of being numb so much, but the initial euphoria. I would snort the morphine in powder form. I know I did some rudimentary conversion, however after kicking it I forgot every single step and cannot remember a lot of that time.
Over a year had passed, yet my knowledge of it is very little. It feels as though I have lost parts of my life… Like I mean, literally lost.

The euphoric kick got less and less prevalent, and I felt as though I needed more in order to gain that initial kick - however I wasn’t even aware of this effect happening, despite all manners of media being rife with this step of opiate addictions. The act of increasing dosages came so naturally I don’t even think I made a conscious decision to, yet my tolerance rose to points where I was taking multiple times the lethal dose (for someone with base tolerance levels).

I saw what it was doing to me at one point, just by happenstance of looking into the mirror for a moment longer than usual.

I went cold turkey, and it was… Well, hell doesn’t even describe how this felt. It took about a couple of weeks, with the first being the worst.
I had locked myself up in my room, telling some folks to check up on me periodically, online friends mainly, and what to do if I don’t respond within a given time. I recall a moment where one of my friends was about to call an ambulance, because I was one minute late to answer (I was probably vomiting profusely).

The very last time I did that was in the second or third week of November, 2012.

I understand that going cold turkey could be very dangerous, especially with a built up tolerance, however at that point I would not have been able to wean myself off of the stuff. I was too far in, and without going extremely hard into it I probably would have died not too long after.

If you have a friend going through opiate addiction, please be there for them. That’s all I can say.

I highly recommend the DeArrow extension. I was on a waiting list after installing, for a few days, and then once I got access it has made the entire YouTube experience much better.

The extension removes clickbait thumbnails (replacing them with a part of the video itself), and clickbait titles are replaced with more accurate descriptions. It’s all done by a big community, so the more popular videos are likely to have the edits, however overall it certainly is a better experience for me.

I have gone commando since, in tribute. My dick will always be out, in spirit.

I bought some googly eyes, and I keep them in a baggie in my pocket wherever I go. I have not used any yet, however the very thought is immensely riveting.

If I won the lottery I wouldn’t tell anyone, but there’d be signs…

They taught OP how to use a spoon and wipe his bum, and he’s making it sound like it would be a chore to have a cup of tea with them.
I don’t get it either.

I think it was Track and Field, then I think my brother didn’t like the Commodore and they exchanged that for an NES (I don’t know about the transaction, I was very young). Most of my earliest gaming memories are of SMB1.

I was around 3 or so, at the time.

Firefox. Not enough people know that you can install extensions on FF Android, including uBlock Origin.