You need some lettuce on your burger.

Not enough to make it healthy, but the crunch.

Also some tomato, some spicy guacamole, and cheddar.

many passwords allow you to store pass keys (like with crypto wallets) as hashes attached to any login credentials. I would suggest storing them that way. at worst, I used to create secondary credentials.

… that’s an excellent question.

Frankly, even if you don’t… what’s the point? if you can crack the password, you can probably crack the secret question. or questions.

if you can social engineer a password, same with secret questions.

They’re basically just a second passwords. possibly one of many passwords with a prompt.

I mean… there’s worse things people have used it for.

You could convince a cs rep to open it with a sob story and a fake sniffle.

Fortunately, most places have gone away from giving CS repels that kind of access.

I mean, I just feed security questions as a randomly generated string- password managers will even save that string so you don’t have to remember it.

What did the dog dooo?

“Leave me alone!”- le cat.

(Don’t think xcell actually needs to turn the power off, but they do need to send a technician in a bucket.)

Op clearly goes for the ironic names.

The snake is named “fluffy”

She looks very concerned about your swearing. Is the maintenance going okay?

Oh yeah. The stuff was a concentrate with all sorts of scary warning labels.

I wasn’t kidding about the melting plastic smell. It sure what caused it though, the showers were all tile stalls.

there’s biohazards, then there’s biohazards.

and then there’s Darpa-will-pay-you-untold-trillions-for-it biohazards.

sextoys are somewhere between the first two.

yes, actually. It’s a much bigger deal when you’re not the one generating the, uh, waste. (or they’re not basically intimate partners and/or family.)

a very short term college job was cleaning dormitory bathrooms.

the infectious diseases we were warned about include Hep-C and HIV and a few others. Hep-C was definitely the one every one was scared of the most. Basically, PPE consisted of gloving up and being careful to use multiple layers. So you had the waxed paper liner nobody managed to get the things into, then a bio bag, and then a larger biobag. for everything from the day. (including sharps containers and anything else that cropped up.)

Even more so than the dorm showers that no one ever pissed in. We used some orange stuff that killed pretty much everything. stuff had an interesting odor to it. We just sprayed it out using a weed sprayer, but the stuff smelled like tang mixed with chemicals. you’d let it set and it’d start smelling like that bleached-piss smell and vaguely melting plastic after you let it sit long enough. (And tang. the tang kinda lingered there.)

Dunno what the landfill did with that stuff, though. I assume it just went in with everything else.

Technically, sex toys represent a biohazard. Just saying, you’re not supposed to dump them in any old trash bin.

I’ll hold your coat.

that kitty is beautiful, and I’m not even being threatened to say that.

This could be a mistake.

The chances of the water turning on if they don’t see you are probably much higher.

Okay. That’s fair.

But what about hand crafted cat caves

somenone needs to get this dude a cat cave.

well.

Ii’ll take -40 (0r worse) over just-at-freezing and rainy. that shit seeps, and nothing wholesome ever seeps. when it’s brutally cold out, you can just pack more on. (or stay inside.)

The meme, though, is a joke about the otherside of the spectrum. (“It’s a dry heat.”)