I always choose a best answer so the person with the most well-defended points/perspectives/facts will get 10 points.

Even if you have only 1 or 2 points, please answer this question…

Nothing uneducated/immature: i.e. “Drinking is better because people who smoke weed are stoners; weed is dumb, etc. etc. etc.”

Best answer:

Answer by johnski415
Both show signs of personal weakness.

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Question by Josephine: I asked earlier about someone living with an alcoholic, would you mind reading more?
Basically, we’re trying to help someone out, so I’m just trying to get info.

The woman, “Sally”, lived with an alcoholic for many years. “Jim” wasn’t always like that, in fact, he was a top-notch guy in the beginning. Sally and Jim bought a house together, and his alcoholism started to come on full force. We would come over and notice holes punched in the walls, ‘spatters’ of liquid all over the place, etc. And Sally was VERY different. She was always sad and would never come out.

Because Jim spent all of his money at the bars (and a bottle of rum everyday), Sally was left to pay the mortgage. this was 5 years of this. Eventually, she gathered the strength and moved out. But she was still not herself. She was down to 94 lbs (he had called her “fat” several times), she didn’t care about ANYTHING. Jim was still living in the house, not paying the mortgage and she didn’t care. We would say “Sally, you need to quick-sell your house before it goes into forecloser!!” …. she would just shrug her shoulders. So, the house went into forecloser. Jim did a lot of damage to the house (the holes and whatnot), so it’s worth a lot less. They’re going to owe a good 20k to the bank.

What can Sally do? This is not her fault, but it’s not like we can go to a judge and say “well, he was an alcoholic and emotionally abusing her, causing her to not care!”. She was SO different. A baby kitten could have died in her arms and she wouldn’t have even flinched! And now that she’s getting better, she’s realizing what happened in her life while she was living with him. Including a 20k debt. What can she do ??

Best answer:

Answer by CB55
Honestly I don’t think there is anything she can do…I ha a situation mildly like this but it wasn’t a house or a 00 debt, It was a cell phone and a 00 debt. I’m fighting them on the contract being null and void. I honestly don’t think unless a clause can be found in the contract that anything can be done. the only option she would have had was to go to the bank or whatever earlier and talked to them about somehow figuring out a way to fix this before she accumulted the debt. Since it is already been forclosed on there is not alot that can be done. I would go to a tax lawyer or debt lawyer and see if they could help her get her debt underconrtol but she will probably be on the hook for the 20,000. Her only option might be filing for bankrupcy before he does…

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Answer by thats_tops_aussie
Smoking is habit, heroin is an addiction.

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Question by kakeydec: Pertaining to Heroin….what is more damaging to the body quicker?
snorting or injecting?

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Answer by Addie V
I would hope this is just a curiosity and not an experiment.
Heroin is just as damaging any way you get it inside your body, it’s straight from the pit of hell.I have seen this drug in action with people I knew.They were as crazy as a bed bug………Some shot it and some smoked it,but I would imagine the adverse effects would be most deadly by injection…as far as quick death.If you are in trouble go get help and choose LIFE…

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Answer by Gina See
i say the same thing all the time to my immature adolescent friends.

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Charlie shrugged.
“There’s a ring of truth to the ones that are still around today,” he insisted.
His roommate stepped towards him and poked him in the chest as she responded:
“They’re all hoopla, my friend!”
“Hoopla?” he responded.
“They’re all marketing gimmicks. The best anti-wrinkle creams – if you ask me, and you didn’t – but the best anti-wrinkle creams on the market are actually sold as hemorrhoid creams.”
“Hemorrhoid creams?” he repeated, wrinkling his own face.
“You gotcha!” Natasha poked him once more for good measure.
“Alright, first of all, what did I tell you about personal space?” Charlie asked her. “You cannot flirt with me and give me the impression that you like me – as you usually do – because it hurts me right here.” He touched his chest.
She took a theatrical step back, and looked down at her tee shirt and legs as if making sure she was not invading his space. Then she pointed to the gap between her eyebrows.
“Look,” she said, and he saw the patch of dry skin. “How do I fix this without using one of your stupid home remedies for dry skin?”
“You and me have known each other since when? Middle school?” Charlie asked her.
She nodded, adding: “And then some.”
“And then some. And have I ever given you bad advice?”
She pouted and shook her head.
“I’ve never steered you wrong, right?”
“No, Charlie. But what are you going to give me to clear up my dry skin?”
“Witch hazel lotion,” he declared. He pulled open the bathroom door and she followed him in. He opened the cabinet above the sink and took out the container of Fuller Brush lotion.
“Witch hazel!” she shrieked, and she then cackled like a witch. “It even sounds like something out of the seventeenth century!”

“A lot of these so-called home remedies, as you call them,” Charlie began. “You take Saint John’s Wort, or Valerian root, or lavender – take your pick, Tash – these are still popular today because they actually work. Now I’m not some dippy hippy, alright? I’m not a member of the yogurt mad bean curd brigade.”
She laughed.
“I work a nine to five job,” he continued. “…where I have to be clean shaven. I have to shave every day, and one of those home remedies for dry skin that you baulk at is this Fuller Brush witch hazel lotion. Just try it, alright?”
She looked at him in the mirror, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled. They looked at each other’s reflections.
“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”
“Tash, you’re breaking my heart here.”
“Huh?” She looked at him in the mirror.
“Personal space?”
She pecked him on the cheek.
“You love it really,” she said.

Charlie shrugged.
“There’s a ring of truth to the ones that are still around today,” he insisted.
His roommate stepped towards him and poked him in the chest as she responded:
“They’re all hoopla, my friend!”
“Hoopla?” he responded.
“They’re all marketing gimmicks. The best anti-wrinkle creams – if you ask me, and you didn’t – but the best anti-wrinkle creams on the market are actually sold as hemorrhoid creams.”
“Hemorrhoid creams?” he repeated, wrinkling his own face.
“You gotcha!” Natasha poked him once more for good measure.
“Alright, first of all, what did I tell you about personal space?” Charlie asked her. “You cannot flirt with me and give me the impression that you like me – as you usually do – because it hurts me right here.” He touched his chest.
She took a theatrical step back, and looked down at her tee shirt and legs as if making sure she was not invading his space. Then she pointed to the gap between her eyebrows.
“Look,” she said, and he saw the patch of dry skin. “How do I fix this without using one of your stupid home remedies for dry skin?”
“You and me have known each other since when? Middle school?” Charlie asked her.
She nodded, adding: “And then some.”
“And then some. And have I ever given you bad advice?”
She pouted and shook her head.
“I’ve never steered you wrong, right?”
“No, Charlie. But what are you going to give me to clear up my dry skin?”
“Witch hazel lotion,” he declared. He pulled open the bathroom door and she followed him in. He opened the cabinet above the sink and took out the container of Fuller Brush lotion.
“Witch hazel!” she shrieked, and she then cackled like a witch. “It even sounds like something out of the seventeenth century!”

“A lot of these so-called home remedies, as you call them,” Charlie began. “You take Saint John’s Wort, or Valerian root, or lavender – take your pick, Tash – these are still popular today because they actually work. Now I’m not some dippy hippy, alright? I’m not a member of the yogurt mad bean curd brigade.”
She laughed.
“I work a nine to five job,” he continued. “…where I have to be clean shaven. I have to shave every day, and one of those home remedies for dry skin that you baulk at is this Fuller Brush witch hazel lotion. Just try it, alright?”
She looked at him in the mirror, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled. They looked at each other’s reflections.
“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”
“Tash, you’re breaking my heart here.”
“Huh?” She looked at him in the mirror.
“Personal space?”
She pecked him on the cheek.
“You love it really,” she said.

Charlie shrugged.
“There’s a ring of truth to the ones that are still around today,” he insisted.
His roommate stepped towards him and poked him in the chest as she responded:
“They’re all hoopla, my friend!”
“Hoopla?” he responded.
“They’re all marketing gimmicks. The best anti-wrinkle creams – if you ask me, and you didn’t – but the best anti-wrinkle creams on the market are actually sold as hemorrhoid creams.”
“Hemorrhoid creams?” he repeated, wrinkling his own face.
“You gotcha!” Natasha poked him once more for good measure.
“Alright, first of all, what did I tell you about personal space?” Charlie asked her. “You cannot flirt with me and give me the impression that you like me – as you usually do – because it hurts me right here.” He touched his chest.
She took a theatrical step back, and looked down at her tee shirt and legs as if making sure she was not invading his space. Then she pointed to the gap between her eyebrows.
“Look,” she said, and he saw the patch of dry skin. “How do I fix this without using one of your stupid home remedies for dry skin?”
“You and me have known each other since when? Middle school?” Charlie asked her.
She nodded, adding: “And then some.”
“And then some. And have I ever given you bad advice?”
She pouted and shook her head.
“I’ve never steered you wrong, right?”
“No, Charlie. But what are you going to give me to clear up my dry skin?”
“Witch hazel lotion,” he declared. He pulled open the bathroom door and she followed him in. He opened the cabinet above the sink and took out the container of Fuller Brush lotion.
“Witch hazel!” she shrieked, and she then cackled like a witch. “It even sounds like something out of the seventeenth century!”

“A lot of these so-called home remedies, as you call them,” Charlie began. “You take Saint John’s Wort, or Valerian root, or lavender – take your pick, Tash – these are still popular today because they actually work. Now I’m not some dippy hippy, alright? I’m not a member of the yogurt mad bean curd brigade.”
She laughed.
“I work a nine to five job,” he continued. “…where I have to be clean shaven. I have to shave every day, and one of those home remedies for dry skin that you baulk at is this Fuller Brush witch hazel lotion. Just try it, alright?”
She looked at him in the mirror, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled. They looked at each other’s reflections.
“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”
“Tash, you’re breaking my heart here.”
“Huh?” She looked at him in the mirror.
“Personal space?”
She pecked him on the cheek.
“You love it really,” she said.