Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. In the ice or in the sun, it’s all the same. Yet I feel my heart is aching; though it doesn’t beat, it’s breaking; and the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it’s not real. I know that I am dead; yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed.
It doesn’t make us go crazy. We just don’t understand the why. No one has ever satisfactorily explained why bagged milk is better than milk in jugs.
There is no literal reason since the jugs we use are just as cheap as bags and with a bag you need to put it into something as soon as it’s opened because otherwise you’re crying over spilt milk
I don’t understand why y’all use jugs though. They’re so impractical.
No they’re not. You have a self contained stand able container.
With a bag you have one floppy boi
We have holders for that. There’s no real difference.
Wouldn’t it be crazy if there was a way you could hold milk without grabbing a separate holder? Some sort of solid plastic or cardboard container, that would be so cool.
Then there are Soviet milk pyramids. Those are the oddest milk containers of all but they’re really cool.
Thanks! That’s horrible! Curse you for sharing!
i want a Soviet milk pyramid
Fun fact, you still can find tiny milk pyramids in modern Russia
fun fact you still can
find tiny milk pyramids
in modern russia
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“Never did like that much,” is a baller and superb way to express your irritation with the way the patriarchy refuses to acknowledge how badass you are.
Word.
Before World War I, she shot a cigarette out of the mouth of the Kaiser of Germany at his request.
After the war started she sent him a letter asking for another chance, as she was afraid her aim might’ve been a little off.
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