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Stepped on the scale this evening, and I am officially 87 lbs lighter than my heaviest ever.

For any MAGA “Christian” mocking a male for crying, calling him a “puffy beta” or a “cuck” or suggesting they grab a tampon, I have just one thing to say to you: John 11:35

Tell me you’re an Incel without telling me you’re an Incel.

Putting up shelves yesterday, and I wasn’t sure if the screw was lined up with a stud. Me: Hold on, I gotta grab my stud finder. Her: Okay. Me: *grab her by the shoulders* Her: Me: Her: Beep. That’s how you keep the marriage alive, kids.

That’s a pretty low pressure, so that theory is out. I hope you find a solution.

I get the whole “it’s touching my face” thing, but I wonder if part of the problem is the pressure or pressure ramp. After 20 years on CPAP therapy, I hate the damn thing, but I hate not waking up more (my last sleep study in May registered 76 episodes per hour). Best of luck to you.

Do you cringe every time you hear Journey sing “…born and raised in south Detroit…”, or are you not from the Motor City?