'I’m not a big fan of the grind. Can you fundamentally change the way experience works to accommodate my personal preferences?"

There is still a woman in the Miami area who uses my email for everything. I’ve even received her completed tax documents from her accountant and was told to “disregard” when I replied to it. It’s been over ten years. My name isn’t even Alicia.

Except all the black ones already have a fat creampie inside.

He was better as the beast.

I’ve never thought I was dying on psychedelics, but many times on THC and once on MDA. The MDA was probably the only one of these instances where I was in any real danger. My cat helped me through that one.

I have a very vivid memory of walking into a gas station at 2am with friends, high on mushrooms. We all went our separate ways to grab drinks and snacks, and then stood in a surprisingly long line with a few strangers to purchase them. I was in another dimension. All of us were. None of us were communicating with each other whatsoever. Just standing there in line with huge pupils and snacks in our arms. Then someone started snickering quietly. Then another. Then another. Soon it was psychedelic fucking pandemonium beneath those florescent gas station lights. I think even the strangers may have been having a good time. I’m not even sure how we managed to pay. Great memory, though.

Try to find that cool looking Beavis and Butthead site I saw my brother browsing in the earliest days of our internet access. I had asked him where he found it and he couldn’t remember, so I searched and searched and searched to no avail. I never found that Beavis and Butthead site. I just remember there was a lot of yellow.

It’s actually illegal to take a homeless man’s hair unless he gives it to you.

Hey, I have friends who are white and gold… I’ve worked with white and golds.

I’ve never seen it at white and gold. Even the brightened photo, while I understand what’s happening to make people see white and gold, is still blueish/purple and black to me. Does that mean I have a tumor?

When I first started visiting Canada years back, I would buy cases of Coors Light and attend gatherings. Three beers in would be absolutely fucked. And I mean fucked…

This was a problem when my daughter was in a private dayhome, but a licensed dayhome has been a much better experience. Seems like they actually prioritize hand-washing and other hygiene practices. My kid gets sick at about a tenth of the previous rate.

Average TikTokers be like, “Kud dis be a reel Navajo skinwalker?”

waking up suddenly at 3:30am in December of 2290

“…why he do it?”

My kid is the only one in the cul-de-sac with Minecraft. We have quite the popular couch this month.

While I no longer have the responsibility of collecting carts, I still work in the grocery industry and I appreciate your courtesy. I’ll never forget the agony of rounding up and pushing dozens of them through the snow and slush of a Kmart parking lot. I can’t believe I didn’t do more damage to my body then. Now it’s just the cement floors that are slowly doing me in.

No harm done. I really appreciate the pleasant response.

That was your takeaway? That I wasn’t inclusive in who potentially finds the feet arousing? Plug in whatever you would like. I’m not making fucking rules here.

I have to agree with this one. I acknowledge that feet are indeed connected to genitalia via nerves, but I highly, highly doubt that’s the reason that viewing a woman’s bare feet makes some men horny. I don’t think the foot fetish is about her and/or her nerves or pleasure at all. It’s a simple matter of getting to see an often delicate looking body part that is usually concealed, and being allowed to interact with them in a sexual way. I’m more of a butt/thighs/hips guy, myself.

I think of this meme often. My wife and I recently bought a house in a quiet cul-de-sac of a safe older neighborhood. My daughter went from spending most of her time indoors (because there was fuck all for her to do or go, and surrounding streets were busy) to spending probably 75% of her time outside, whether playing with friends or flipping rocks in my garden to look for bugs. It’s wild how much a child’s interests change when their environment actually provides them the green spaces they need.

I hate that in most places (at least here in North America) parks, trails, and other green spaces are just an afterthought, when we should be planning our neighborhoods around them. But hey, you can’t squeeze another cheap manufactured home in between these two other densely packed manufactured homes if there are empty spots for trees and nature.

I am pleased with the city I live in for leaving so much of our forest and river valleys intact. We have an elaborate trail system weaving throughout the entirety of our city, all interconnected, and any time additional roads to ease congestion are proposed, people vote them down in favor of protecting the bands of forest and dealing with traffic. Only the worst people I’ve known are voting yes to bulldozing chunks of it for the sake of an easier commute.