What, you’ve never nutted in a stingray before?
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An invincible wolf man, who is like a wolf in every regard save for the fact that he can fly.
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Cake day: June 12th, 2023
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It was fucking mean to put the ring back in the one’s mouth. Sarah should have died in that labyrinth.
You’re giving away the best and most secret part of fishing! Shut the FUCK up!
1·27 days agoRed Line?! But I parked my trolley in Hansa territory! 😓
Key difference being that I hope Schroedinger’s cat was alive.
11·2 months agoCan we please get hundreds of people down there to continuously shout “HUUUURRRRRR DUUUURRRRRRRR” until the project is finished?
I always enjoy staring at this exact framed photo any time I’m waiting at my local Domino’s. It really gives me that Saturday night pizza feeling.
Having taken the bus to work for two years now, I have to say… The complete and utter lack of responsibility has been liberating. Like, sure… There’s still some stigma there where I feel kind of poor or something standing in my uniform at the bus stop while cars whiz past me, but I only spend $70 CAD /mo on my commute, and it I want, I can travel anywhere in the city using that same pass. That’s pretty reasonable.
Plus, as someone actively engaged in nature-based spirituality, it feels kind of nice knowing that I’m traveling a bit more responsibly than I would have with our vehicle.
ENNNOOUUGHHHHH!! WITH THE FFFFUCKIN’ JŪSEI!!!
“We’re sorrey, Donnie!”
The other day Costco noticed a single cracked egg at the checkout and I stood around afterward for ten minutes waiting for a replacement. Like, I appreciate the customer service, but I was fine with the cracked egg. There were 127 others intact.
I feel this. I did really poorly in school (ADHD), didn’t go to college, and my last IQ test yielded only marginally above average results (and for all I know I just guessed lucky or am good at pattern recognition). But despite feeling like I’m still a naive and immature idiot with no idea what he’s doing, the more my wife and I associate with the parents of other kids in my daughter’s class, the more we realize we’re quite possibly the only fucking adults in the room.
You’re not wrong about Alliance zones feeling more fleshed out… but over the last two decades of playing vanilla WoW on and off, every single time that I’ve rolled an Alliance character and tried my best to commit, I would eventually see a primitive ass Horde outpost with hanging feathers and dreamcatchers, with some bulky spiked Orc and a noble Tauren standing there… and I would feel such an immense feeling of homesickness unlike anything I’ve ever felt in another game, and I would immediately delete that character and start over in Durotar.
Something about fighting for the honor of the Horde and the glory of the Warchief out there in an inhospitable land, with the inspirational swell of horns and indigenous drums just puts me in it. Like, really puts me in it.
I used to frequent IRC servers as a child (~age 10-13) and won a contest once that earned me voice (+) status for a week after sniffing out the most pedophiles in a dedicated kids channel. Was easy enough to do by running a /whois (or whatever the command was) on participants to see if they were also in channels like #dadsforboys and reporting them to channel operators (who were probably jerking off to us also).
The fact that this was all perfectly normal to me by that point, and that I was so wholly unfazed by these types that I would sometimes fuck with them, is kind of alarming. I guess I’ll just carry that awareness going forward with my own children and keep them off of IRC/Roblox/whatever else might expose them to the vast world of internet cum creeps.
It’s worth mentioning that I had a number of IRC girlfriends back then as well, and I suspect at least two of them were adult men pretending to be adolescents. I remember one “girl” in particular was from San Antonio and insisted her 12-year-old ex-boyfriend from Canada (who her dad called “Moose”) had already flown down to stay with them once. I guess I was next (not that my mom would have allowed that). However, I didn’t realize at the time that she/he was Hispanic, and eventually sent them the comedic “Mexican Americans” song by Cheech Marin in glorious .wav format, to which the recipient became deeply offended and stopped speaking to me entirely.
Might have just saved my life.
Half the fun of ketchup is the PpPpPppPpPpptt!
Except when you get juice with it…
I’m on a 3-month parental leave with my 10-month-old and I’m doing this already. It’s fucking great. My wife (who makes six figures) has been so equally happy with the temporary arrangement that she has floated the idea of me (in a few years) getting the fuck out of my labor job (that is slowly destroying my body one appendage at a time) and doing this all the time.
I’m not completely against the idea, but the stigma is a lot to overcome. I don’t want to be measured as worthless by everyone around me for being a stay-at-home trad dad, when I’ve spent my entire adult life working my ass off, managing teams, and wearing down my body.
But going for quiet walks every morning and trying my hand at writing fiction sure sounds attractive…