Norm?

Torrents still work, though I definitely need to update my tracker list.

Mecha-Streisand effect? Since it will mostly be bots?

Warren Buffett disowned his granddaughter for having the temerity to speak with on camera about the family’s excessive wealth, with one of the Johnson & Johnson heirs.

Looks like The Great Mouse Detective, but I’m not 100% on that

My wizard went the opposite direction. She acquired a Potion of Heal, and mixed it with a Philosopher’s Stone. My DM ruled that would make a Potion of Eternal Youth. She was eternally 17 years 10 months old. Was absolutely great because frequently people vastly underestimated her. She was also an 18th level wizard/dweomersmith by the time she drank the potion.

I don’t know how to describe it. It’s just different than their normal smell

I can smell when a woman is pregnant. I’ve shocked several friends by congratulating them before they even took a test.

Somehow I seriously doubt that anyone would want my cards, and don’t know what prices to set. Oh well.

How does one buy games with trading cards? I have tons of them

I know a girl in Huntington, PA who has the same skill. Just ridiculously photogenic.

Couglettes?

I’m 45. I think that makes me immune to them.

Either that or a Loon emoji if one exists

When did Brendan Frasier become young Drew Carey?

Well I was Gonna eat It so, No Worries.

Anecdotal experience here as well, but in the US with public restrooms, the men’s room is generally much cleaner looking than the women’s room. I’m not going to say that is the actual case. It probably isn’t. I will say that every guy in the US seems to act as though the guy that went in before him used his dick like a firehose to strategically cover every single surface in that room with urine. Damn near nothing gets touched, and I could clean a men’s room in less than 10 minutes no matter what happened in there, unless it got utterly destroyed with puke or other biohazards.

The women’s room routinely looks like an exorcism just happened in there. I don’t know what’s going on in there, but there’s toilet paper covering EVERY SINGLE surface of that room, there’s mysterious multicolored liquids on the floor. There’s occasionally what appears to be an extremely bloody mouse. It’s not a mouse.

The long and short of this is that in my experience a public restroom is the IRL version of Minesweeper. Good luck out there.

Kyle Cooley always got ya back.

Edit: Whoops, wrong Kyle, though he’d probably help you as best he could if you were at Taco Ticklers.

Edit 2: Maybe Kyle is another nominative deterministic name that makes one radical as fuck?

I’m a Food Safety Manager with a CCL. Tell. Me. Where. These. Heretics. Live.

Edit: provided you work at a Food Commissary, or Restaurant.

Richard?

Dick‽