Not to mention cabbages.

For the don’t-anger-the-sky-daddy religions, roughly the same as having a crazy aunt who gives 10% of her shit to a psychic or Trump. I haven’t experienced the be-one-with-the-universe religions being as exploitative, but I guess those wack Theravadan Wats don’t pay for themselves.

They’re good for those times when, you know, you want to eat 2,000 of something.

During COVID, I remember being envious of NZ’s government. Now I’m vaguely aware they were feeling left out and decided to elect their own Trump/La Pen/AfD/Sunak-style train wreck government.

The buyer is a comedian. His bid was 4-BOOBS.

With a significant injury history, you should really ask a physical therapist. It can be as simple as saying “Here’s my medical record, what do you think about me starting a bodyweight squat progression?”