I asked my jappy mother and she said it's called akanbe. She's in a pissy mood where she doesn't feel like talking, and she hasn't watched any anime since the 80s, so there.
Temptation fails me.
No shit. The smoke can still easily pass through the cracks between the door and its frame. Hotel rooms are not airtight and most of the smoke coming from a cigarette is invisible gas.
What if the Nigerian prince will actually give you thousands of dollars easily if you just follow his instructions?
What if taking those pills will give you a big dick like Ron Jeremy?
What if hypotheticals like these actually meant something?
What if?
Reading minds. I imagine being able to read other's minds would allow me to very easily gain new perspectives. With control, I would probably learn nothing and just becime power hungry.
To you, that I'm an idiot.
To me, that I'm not willing to engage in your deflection of a simple yes-or-no question.
No need to worry. There are other autists around here. You're just older than all of them.
Hmm, never had ghost peppers. I'll just go by pain sensation. I like it just hot enough where it hurts to breathe. Any more than that is masochistic to me.
Funny you say methane when it is odorless. Sulfur is what makes farts smell bad. My point was you would have to try the stupid towel experiment on something else to prove its veracity.
I'm just gonna go with you have no sense of smell and you reek of shit.