As a non-american, you’re doing about okay as everyone else.

I’ve lived through 5 decades but I’m 30 years old

Yes. Their violent neighbor broke in earlier and is currently using their bathroom, much to the embarrassment of the protagonist

There are actually more distinct meanings than I initially thought, but yeah most of them are prepositions

• To work up (an appetite, an argument)
• To work down (a screw, or something grinding)
• To work for (prep: an employer, some hierarchy)
• To work in (prep: an office, a space)
• To work on (prep: a project)
• To work with (prep: a person)

what mess? you make four cuts and the seeds practically flake off by themselves. shake my head smh

And because Wonder Woman was molded from clay, naturally she doesn’t need one. There’s nothing there, much to the disappointment of pretty much everyone

They’ll do that anyway if the gym is successful. You ideally want a gym that’s on the verge of collapsing but not backed by any VC

How very German of you.

I understand your point in the context of “switch on” and “switch off”, but the base verb “work” doesn’t have many separable prefix/suffixes.

To work in? To work on (same as work)? To work about (does that mean anything)?

It looks like the face from Mars is enjoying his new job.

Fun fact: A4 is literally an acronym for “for anuses”. It became more commonly used for writing because buttholes would use it for writing fanfics.

Cool.

Alright I’ve been staring at it too long - what’s that emoji?

I don’t… I don’t get it

misogynoir

I’m trying to work what kind of film genre that would be.

Probably a mix between 1950s film noir (read: well-dressed white men in fedoras slapping hysterical dames) and 1970s blaxploitation film (read: well-dressed black pimps in capes slapping back-talking street workers).

The fusion of tropes probably means that the women depicted are either given cartoonish-level plot armour to endure the abuse, or, more darkly, never make it past the first scene.

You lose that buff two weeks after acclimitizing to another country, and the perceived extra charisma is actually people nervously smiling around you to mask their limited english (half the language is just obscure idioms)

Is that the Bacardi Bat hanging upside down off a pirate Fez?

Is that a baby rat with a bird tail, perched on a branch?

Oliver’s army is here to stay
Oliver’s army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today

I don’t know why she’s nervous, she clearly knew the spec well and didn’t have to resort to modern abstraction frameworks to serve a simple static site.

Transubstantiation remains a reprehensible pseudophilosophical topic.