No, but understanding how a shitty childhood can often lead to a shitty adult can help prevent it.

Yeah, multi choice is not good, but it's better than standard fptp. The advantages are that it's simple and there's no spoiler effect. Ranked choice or some proportional system (like the MMP that we have in nz) are much better.

A gambling service has a predatory policy to make breaking an addiction as hard as possible. Yep that sounds about right

Oh, you think poverty is your ally? You merely adopted it. I was born in it. Molded by it. I didn't see wealth until I was already a man, and by then, it was nothing to me but sickening. The bargains betray you, because they belong to me. I will show you where I have made my home, whilst preparing to bring taxation. Your precious hoard, gratefully accepted. We will need it. Ah yes, I was wondering what would break first. Your spirit, or your property.

Not perfect, but is that what you wanted?

Not the victim, but a victim for sure

Spread your legs I'll piss through the gap. Don't worry I have good aim

Yes, black holes absolutely have mass. That's really all they have.

And yes, black holes and stars can attract each other by gravity. Our galaxy has a fuckoff massive black hole at the center, and all the stars in the galaxy including our sun orbit that black hole.

There are also cases of black holes attracting each other and merging. One of these is the reason we know gravitational waves are possible.

Oh, right. The poison. The poison for Kuzco, the poison chosen especially to kill Kuzco, Kuzco's poison. That poison?

STOP!

YOU VIOLATED THE LAW

Unless everything is way cheaper in the uk, I'm not surprised they're hiring shit managers at that pay rate

if you're poor then go fuck yourself I guess?

Seems to be a common theme

This is the story of Trevor

Trevor was born in a farmer family. His family had been farmers for at least 4 generations. In Trevor's first birthday, his dad gave him a toy tractor, hoping he'd carry on the family tradition. Trevor loved this tractor. He had other toys of course, some cars, some planes, but all of the others combined didn't get played with nearly as much as the tractor. So, for his third birthday, Trevor's dad got him a rideable plastic tractor. A new favorite toy was found.

Things went on much the same. Trevor helped out on the farm when he wasn't busy with school. He ended up showing quite a gifting as a mechanic, probably because of his lifelong and ever increasing obsession with tractors. His father didn't miss this obsession, and for Trevor's 18th birthday, after scraping money together for over a year, he got Trevor a second hand tractor. It was the best day of Trevor's life so far.

After that, Trevor started taking over a lot of the jobs around the farm. His tractor, despite its age, managed to hold its own compared to some newer, fancier factors. All was well, until one day, when he met a girl. This girl, Trevette, was perfect. Beautiful, kind, smart, and a perfect mesh with him. They hit it off immediately, and eventually Trevor worked up the courage to officially ask her out. It went well until he invited her back to his farm. Then she saw all the evidence of his tractor obsession.

"Trevor, this probably isn't healthy"

"What isn't?"

"All this tractor stuff. It's too much"

It took a lot of persuading. It even took an ultimatum. Trevor had to choose between Trevette or his tractors. Eventually, he chose Trevette. He kept his real tractors, because he needed them for his job, but everything else - the tractor sheets, the tractor toys, the tractor wallpaper - it all had to go. He eventually got over his loss, and asked Trevette to marry him

It was a beautiful wedding. And not a tractor in sight, causing much less sadness in Trevor than anyone who grew up with him would have expected. Everything was going perfectly, until the cake was meant to come out. Then suddenly smoke came pouring out of the kitchen. It quickly filled the whole room, setting off all the alarms and nearly choking everyone in the room. Then Trevor stood up, took a deep breath in, pulling all the smoke out of the air. He then walked to the front door, kicked it open, then blew all the smoke into the night air. Everyone was shocked. Trevette asked "Trevor, how did you do that?"

"Well," he said. "I'm an ex tractor fan"