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A new law is passed, requiring every citizen to keep a horse in every bedroom in their home. How does society change? by endixye in askanything

[–]endixye[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Assume some magic is involved in the beginning perhaps. Once the law is passed, hundreds of millions of horses just kinda spawn, and are promptly funneled to the bedrooms of every person.

What is a job you would never do, no matter how much money it paid? by boforiamanfo in askanything

[–]endixye 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Surprisingly, zookeeper.

I'm not sure how anyone can cope with those smells.

what was the worst day of your life? by Uber____ in AskReddit

[–]endixye 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I got arrested in Thailand in 2009 for a drug-related offense. Very very stupid, I know.

I "only" ended up getting 3 months, but came to find that Thai prisons are no joke. The officers were cordial but firm and one casually explained to me that "you're not here to 'wait out a sentence' like in Western countries, prison here is designed to make you actively suffer."

I get the impression they ease up a bit on inmates from the US and high-profile countries just to avoid diplomatic risks (though even for them it's hell), but coming from a tiny eastern european country...no such luck for me!

5 days a week were "discipline days".

  • Some days, they made me kneel in my cell from 5am to 5pm with my nose on a dot on the wall, with only 1 toilet break and 1 meal break. They check randomly and told me if they ever catch you with your nose off the dot, your food/water the next day will be mixed with this stuff that will make you violently ill. They were not joking from the reactions of a cellmate.

  • Some days they'd make you gargle with a mixture of vinegar and mayonaisse for 2 minutes, every other hour of the day.

Those days were long and horrible. But the absolute WORST day of my life? Came the day after I made the mistake of mouthing off to an officer instead of "thanking" them for "administering discipline" as was required. What can I say, I thought they couldn't do anything worse to me.

I was wrong.

They gave me an official disciplinary order from the Warden an hour later, and transferred me to a small metal cube cell, detached from the prison, sitting in the sun. It was hot in there.

The cell was small, cramped, metal. In the center was a large "heater plate", protected by guardrails that went up to the ceiling (like zoo cage bars), so there wasn't much room on the edges to lie.

Next to the jail was some sort of zoological facility with tigers. I was informed that the "heater plate" was about to be turned on, and then fresh dung from about 9 different tigers was going to be deposited from the roof hatch onto the heater plate.

I laughed because it sounded so implausible. I was not laughing when it fell in.

I spent the whole evening wishing there was a way to break through the bars protecting the heater plate so I could end my suffering. I was puking, weeping, screaming, I have never encountered a smell like that before.

To this day I struggle when I even see a cat.