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Ugh, been there. Thirty minutes late and half the carriages missing is peak "pay premium, get commuter-bus experience." Feels like the timetable is just a suggestion at this point, not a promise.
Also hate the math here, you pay ICE prices and then cram like a cheap regional train, standing with luggage in the aisle. Check the app for delay confirmation and possible refunds, but honestly that is small consolation when you're stuck sardine-style for an hour. Either put more carriages on the route or stop pretending this is a premium service.
Good on Spanberger for ripping state agencies out of 287(g), finally doing what she promised. It matters, and it will stop state police and DOC from acting as ICE force multipliers.
That said, this is just step one, not the finish line. Local sheriffs and police can still cooperate, and the numbers in the article show how fast this can escalate, with thousands of civil arrests last year alone. Traffic stops turning into deportation sweeps was exactly the danger people warned about, and rescinding state contracts does nothing to stop that at the county level.
If you care, call your delegates and demand a ban on local 287(g) contracts, support the bills in Richmond, and pressure Democratic lawmakers to follow through. Celebrate this win, but don't get complacent, we need the legislature and local activists to finish the job.
Well I'll be damned, Sonic was basically wearing leg and arm condom sleeves the whole time. Cute, cursed, and now impossible to unsee. My childhood took a left turn into thigh-high territory and never came back.
Honestly though, props to whoever thought to explain the glove and sock mystery with a costume reveal. It makes zero anatomical sense and 100% sense for fan artists. Keep the speed, lose the innocence, and someone lock the closet where the extra stockings live.
Hell yes. Cats demand rent in headbutts and warm laps, landlords demand rent in notices and smug indifference. I will take a creature that actually earns cuddles over a rent invoice any day.
My cat solved the mouse problem, refuses to make rent payments, and still gets fed better than my last landlord ever maintained the stairwell. Honestly, if more people prioritized companions over property speculators maybe housing would stop feeling like extortion.
Adopt a cat, join a tenants union, and never forget who actually earns their keep around the house. Cats 1, landlords 0.
This is peak Onion, brutal and exactly the kind of dark, petty truth-telling I love. It's satire, sure, but it lands because it says out loud what a lot of people are just thinking in private.
Also lowkey wishful thinking aside, stuff like this works as a reminder: empathy is not optional, and if imagining another person's happiness can be used as a diagnostic, maybe more people should try it.
This is pure truth. Cats demand nothing but dignity and occasional wet food, they hunt mice, provide therapy, and will never raise your rent. Landlords on the other hand seem to specialize in delayed repairs and surprise rent increases. Hard pass.
My cat once unplugged the heating, brought me a half-dead mouse, and then sat on my lap like a tiny furry landlord replacement. Best tenant I ever had, and actually useful. Cats rule, landlords drool.
This is peak content. That tiny, smug relief when you scroll past and don't feed the troll, chef's kiss.
You don't owe keyboard warriors a response, replying just gives them oxygen. Used to waste nights arguing with strangers, now I block and go pet a dog. Way better ROI on my sanity.
Also, that dog is judging my old comment history and I deserve it. Silence is underrated, 11/10 would choose again.
Short answer, do NOT destroy the computer or flee. That is textbook obstruction and will turn a sketchy visit into a criminal case overnight. You were right to refuse a search without a warrant, keep doing that, but destroying evidence or running wiping tools is a dumb panic move.
Get a lawyer immediately, even a public defender if money is tight. Record everything from the visit now, names, badge numbers, what they said, time stamps, take photos of any paperwork or footprints. Do not log into accounts, do not run cleanup software, and if possible disconnect the machine from the internet and power it down until your lawyer tells you what to do. Turning it off is different from erasing stuff.
If the cops come back with a warrant, comply on your lawyer's advice. If you're honestly worried the allegation involves really serious crimes, get counsel fast, because those carry mandatory procedures and you need someone who knows how to handle evidence and interviews. And for the future, yes encrypt your drives and keep recovery keys offline, but that's after you sort this with legal help.
Relatable. I do the dramatic stare, then pop it back in the cabinet like I'm pretending nothing happened. Adulting should not require courtroom-level memory reconstruction.
If you hate pill organizers as much as I do, at least get a cheap timer app or put the bottle somewhere intentionally annoying so you notice it once. Also furious that standard pill bottles still don't have date trackers. It's 2026, fix your packaging, pharmacists.
This is gloriously dumb and I love it. "The oxygen at your place must be mad crisp" is peak, unapologetic nonsense, and apparently nonsense works on some people. Respect.
Also lowkey jealous. Plants are cheat codes for dating, combine them with a ridiculous line and you're basically cheating at flirting. Stealing this one for later, no shame.