When the fuck are they planning on getting to that destination?

It’s a reverse funnel system.

Says you. I call it a great way to kickstart Tuesday.

I’ve got most of them memorized but still have a cooking temp chart on a fridge magnet. There it is, at a glance.

If you’re not shitting then you need to see a doctor, friend.

Otherwise, if it’s not your jam there’s nothing wrong with sitting it out. In fact I don’t recommend drinking as heavily as I have or take as many fun drugs as I used to (I can still do them but I choose to heavily limit myself) because there are long term consequences.

For me it’s the knees. I can still shit and bang and drink and do all the same fun drugs I did at 25. But I miss my cartilage.

I wear boots and hold a bottle of whisky. I don’t know why they wouldn’t include that on the list.

I love that one. My boy always sings the end as “I owe Anna shave”.

I have a buddy who has been singing 90% vowels for Pearl Jam for years. He’s covered them, he does karaoke, and sings in the car. It’s just aeiouy make me cry.

I think he started covering them that way back in high school in the 90s.

He talked shit to me so I decided to bitch slap him. Maidenless indeed!

Then he proceeded to give me a masterclass in getting my ass whooped. Repeatedly. Until I started a new fucking game because I couldn’t leave without him following me and beating the hell out of me.

How dare anyone enjoy anything that I wouldn’t or couldn’t do myself!

We used to keep the light off in the tech bullpen. There were no windows but enough lights from the screens to keep people from tripping over themselves walking to their desks. Fucking director level POS hated it. When he didn’t have anything to do he’d come back there and loudly exclaim “I don’t see how y’all can work in the dark!”

It’s almost like different people work different ways and have different levels of comfort. I can deal with either just fine but damn, don’t just loudly pronounce shit and change the environment immediately. That absolutely stops pretty much everyone from working because they want to bitch about how it’s different now.

I think it was 50/50 not giving a shit about the comfort of others and wanting attention because he was as useless as a bag of used microplastics.

There’s 7 of them. Maybe she should have swallowed a few.

By the time they’re finished either there will be no more radiation or we’ll be living in that world.

Warriors, come out to pla-ay

If we didn’t both know who our fathers were and if he weren’t a few years older that would absolutely describe us anyway. Went to school not far from each other and I played baseball against his younger brother, then was on the team with his brother for fall ball. Different churches that were part of the same cult. Similar teenage interests. Same social circles just a few years apart. Same branch of the military and same rate (this is where we went from being aware of each other to being friends). Both married and divorced young. Super similar career paths. Both settled in the same large city several hours from our small hometowns (I got here first, for once) and played music with the same people. Super similar adult interests completely separate from our teen interests. It’s fucking freaky. We didn’t even realize it for years until it was pointed out.

He eventually moved out east while I stayed. I’m one of like 3 people he still keeps in contact with in the state.

What in the actual fuck? I went and looked up the lyrics. I went and looked at some of the things people were saying on xcancel. I haven’t looked at the service formerly known as Twitter in years.

So I repeat, what in the actual fuck? The very loud unveiled racism, the calling a black preacher “more like rabbi” for calling out hate, the glorifying Nazis by saying they drug Germany and the world into the modern age…like not dog whistles. Out and out fucking craziness.

I mean, I knew these people existed. I know some in real life. I grew up near a whole town built on white supremacy and dated a woman whose incarcerated brother was in the Aryan Brotherhood (she cut off contact but her mom gave out her address…I got to read the letters from him and they were disturbing). Hell, a MUD I played had a front end called Stormfront so I ended up in a very bad Internet forum looking for info and even it was tame comparatively. I’ve never seen so many gathered in one place using such uncoded and terrible language.

Jesus tapdancing Christ. It’s a different thing knowing something this horrible exists and seeing this bullshit go down.

Alcohol, caffeine, and adrenaline. That checks out.

I can’t play with my friend because we play the same guy.

Both rogue. Both street tough types rather than the shadowy assassin type. Both used to end up taking a couple of levels of either Bard or fighter and ended up with a swashbuckler. No strength, all dex and cha.

We did play together a few times and would swap out which one of us got to play that guy. The other always played a very angry wizard. Just grumpy as shit. Good at a lot of things, but preferred to either fireball or magic missile his way out of situations. Talking to NPCs? I think I’ve got potions brewing. Must be off!

Before we played together we played the same MUD separately. Yep, same character. We ran into each other from time to time.

In high school we played at the same place but a couple of years apart. I started going when he left for the Navy. The guy who DM’ed there said my character reminded me of that guy a lot.

I want to play BG3 with him remotely and both play swashbucklers.

Like Violent Femmes. It’s punk played on acoustic instruments.