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The stick isn't the problem. My knee doesn't like clutching all day long in traffic.
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The stick isn't the problem. My knee doesn't like clutching all day long in traffic.
My favorite stick I ever drove had a clutch so stiff that I could stand completely up on it and not engage it. And I was a fatass back then. My goddam leg was burning by the end of the day. When I dropped it off with the company mechanic I asked him to move the clutch to the right side so I could even my legs out.
Since we're talking about it, I learned how to drive a stick by valet paring at a night club. Why burn through my own clutch when I can fuck up yours? When I got a stick, I'd just sit and wait for them to go into the club so they wouldn't see me stall it 3 times before dumping the clutch.
Highly suggest traditional cupping massage. Bonus points if they include the blood letting portion they usually omit in western society.Maybe something like ashiatsu? You know, I hadn't thought of that, but I may need to look around town a bit.
I got some massages while I was in Thailand, and those really did tickle my pickle...ahem
Popcorn, brocolli, fish. Microwaved.Loud smells?
Yes, except when its stubborn needing manual tissue extraction and it ends up being so long it feels like it tickles your brain on the way out.When you have a booger deep back in your nose, and you finally blow it out, and it’s like you’ve never been able to breathe easier in your life.
The first blow of the day is always the best. Sadly mine’s mostly blood and scabs, but goddamn it feels good to get it out.