Broad brushes don’t work. I moved out of country in my early twenties. Moved back home in my mid twenties, then proceeded to move to three different coasts over the course of the next decade, selling two homes and most belongings in the process before ultimately moving to an inland city that’s a fourteen hour drive from where I grew up and knew nobody (I’ve been here nearly twenty years now). If the area goes to hell then yeah, I’ll scope out job options and quality of life in other locations, sell my house and unnecessary belongings, and move my boys and I. It isn’t nearly as difficult as people flap about. Staying somewhere until theirs no longer a buyers market is short sighted similar to people refusing to leave Biloxi when it was certain to be destroyed (one of the places I moved out of) and folks deserve what they get if they refuse to leave. I’d love for us to fix the climate and socioeconomic issues so difficult decisions didn’t need to be made but people burying their heads in the sand and refusing to look out for themselves and their family in response to global and societal issues will never make sense to me. Control what you can control but recognize what you don’t control and adapt. If folks aren’t going to take responsibility for the things they can control I don’t see any reason to fret about the things outside of their control negatively impacting them.

Lucky for us my super power is that I’m completely incompetent at remembering dates and events. Even after reading your comment I couldn’t tell you what date you said or have any idea what it is referring to.

I reread his comment three times because I was convinced I must have read it in error somehow.

I would like to think I would be able to catch up with that kind of income, my apparent immortality, and smart investing, compounding over so many centuries. I’m curious what all currencies and cultures I have had to endure and how the exchange rate of my income is worked it and what currency I will be operating under after the US dollar.

Kind of a bummer if the culmination of a marriage is the wedding ceremony I think. The birth of our kids, buying our first house, celebrating new jobs and milestones with each other, and signing the divorce papers were all more significant climatic events in my marriage anyway.

I’m not the same person I just recognized you were a jackass and decided to call you out on it, turns out you’re not even an observant jackass.

I bet the $4 ones are 18 count instead of 12 count. I always buy mine in 18s and you can’t really tell unless you look from above.

You are being a shit, I’m not sure if it’s on purpose but you’re so shit sure of yourself you won’t even take a beat to see if you could understand where someone else is coming from. Grow the fuck up.

So I’m imagining them as a legend based on unverified lore, conjecture, and conflicting information with no real evidence of them ever existing and I’m having a difficult time seeing where the value lies in that.

Do most people really not have a birth certificate and ID? How do they complete an I9?

I never remember who she is but I love her

Been watching this guys videos and he’s really great. Gives me musical Mitch Hedberg vibes for some reason and I love it. Thank you both!

I was just thinking about his reviewing kids drawings yesterday and pulled up the website to see if he has anything I haven’t seen in the decade plus since I’ve visited and then I got distracted and didn’t even check. Seeing his name on this made me do a double take.

I know googly eyes are not funny anymore…

What?! That’s not allowed

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fully democratic by letter preceding their names only, they had a couple turncoats included in that

My mother said I was not circumcised as a baby but it’s nothing I talked to her about again and I suppose she could have been lying.

I was circumcised in my late teen’s and had none of those issues or noticed any difference in sex other than it didn’t hurt like hell when I would cum anymore. I was left with a scar on the head and shaft from where they had to cut the string thing that connected the two. It might be because the head of my dick was already fully exposed when flaccid and uncomfortably so when erect. I still remember the first stringy bit tearing the first time I had sex, hurt like a mf. After a few more times I got the courage to ask my mom, who I had a poor relationship with, to take me to the doctor which resulted in them performing the operation to remove the much thicker, comparably, stringy bit that connected the head to the shaft.

That just gave me some deep seated nostalgia, I forgot how much I enjoyed that week off of school we’d get. I feel so out of place trying to get my sons raised up sometimes. My entire grade size was never over 37 and that was with five combined towns going to the same school. We live in a town of fifty thousand people in a different state and everything feels so big to me even though I’ve lived here nearly twenty years. Anytime I’ve stayed in a real city for more than a night or two my anxiety goes into overdrive, I don’t know how people do it.

I had a shotgun and .223 in the back window gun rack of my truck through middle school and high school (started driving at 14 with a school permit) with shells and rounds in the glove box. Nothing was ever locked where I grew up either; homes, vehicles, businesses.

Granted I grew up in a town with under 1,000 people and the closest ‘city’ to us was an hour away and had a population of 25k.

That was forty years ago and I feel a lot differently about things and the world is a different place but when I grew up more students and teachers had guns in their vehicles at school than didn’t. Everyone hunted, I pulled off and shot a coyote in pack that was stalking around one of my teachers herd of cows on the way to school one winter. I took the coyote into class and gave it to him since I had him first period.

Humans are just as much part of nature as everything else