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That’s our rule. We’re seven players and on the day before our regular date, we make a roll call. 3 or more players in means game day, otherwise it’s the next week. Works like a charm.
That’s our rule. We’re seven players and on the day before our regular date, we make a roll call. 3 or more players in means game day, otherwise it’s the next week. Works like a charm.
The original meme template has the guy leaving without looking back due to whatever he sees on the woman’s cupboard, implying that there are private ideologies/hobbies/affiliations so repulsive that you’d back out of a one night stand at the last moment.
In this variation of the meme, what he spots on the cupboard seems to be so attractive to him that they have sex until he is exsanguinated, or “pumped empty”.
Is there an SCP for this?
Ham, cheese, and mayo it is.
I’ll raise you some mozzarella.
What about potato salad, noodle salad and similar dishes containing cooked components?
Tuna and mayo it is.
It gets much easier once you factor in that you, yourself, aren’t static and constant. The task isn’t to find someone capable of becoming perfect for you, it’s finding someone whose compatibility and willingness when taken into account with your own offers a fair chance to grow into a symbiotic relationship.
Seeing that deploying airbags hit like a fist to the face and regularly break noses, maybe reframing airbags as airbombs would suffice as a deterrent.