My wife and I find it easier to plan a menu every week. Makes shopping easier and dinner less of a guessing game. Also, when in doubt, buns and a salad kit. Never fails. The buns can be anything. Burgers? Cool! Regular or mushroom Swiss? How about chicken patties/chicken burgers? Meatball Marinara sandwiches? Whatever you want, brother.
Stalinwolf
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My mom had a horse just like that (maybe not the eyes) and we would often ride her around our woods/property. There was a part of our swamp that was just muck, water and leaves beneath dead, spindly trees, and any time we would get close to that I would flip the fuck out because of this scene. No goliath turtles, though.
Wow, that does provoke strong imagery. That's a great looking dog in a great looking race. I hope he wins.
The best burnt-out sign I have come across was in my city back in 2019. It was a huge, red SENTINEL STORAGE sign, but the TO was no longer illuminated, so it left "SENTINELS RAGE" burning ominously in the night.
Here is the absolute shit-tier photo I managed to snap while driving.
I have been there. I have seen him myself. If you too find yourself standing before him, do not fear. Look down. There are so, so, so many hairballs. It is disgusting.
I would love an indie casino management game where you play as an obese, coked up sex offender who begins with a lucrative business, but are then challenged to make decisions at every turn that directly hurt the business.
Yeah, when it comes to Johnny Somali, this is probably the only time I'll agree with a fucking Nazi. Not on the using of slurs, but on the celebrating of the fucking up of Johnny Somali. Hiroshiima. Nagasaki. They'll fuck him up once, they'll do it again.
Milo / Mimo has a deep and peaceful soul that has been with my family for nearly eight years now. He is always the most serene presence in the house, and he always shows deep affection toward me, my wife, and my little girl. One of his preferred methods is to rest his forehead against mine with his eyes closed, purring for extended periods of time.
That man enjoys gentle mornings beside the goose garden.
He uses that shirt to lay flat on the floor of the roller rink arcade and hide until after hours. All the games are free then.
We gave send good to hims him!
Love this. I think not having driving was a huge contributor to my introvertedness/social anxiety. My friends were always super accommodating, but night after night I would end up stuck in places I didn't want to be, entirely at the mercy of someone else. Was my ride drinking? Guess I'm sleeping on the floor of some weird house I don't want to be at. My social battery would drain by 10pm and I would have to bounce around asking various friends if I couple catch a ride with them when they left, and often didn't get out of there until 3am. It wasn't a situation I enjoyed being in. Sometimes it was easier to be the walking wizard.
One night I was extremely drunk on Southern Comfort and mad/butt-hurt over something my love interest had said or done. Decided to walk all the way home at 2am. Unfortunately that was a 14 mi/22 km walk through a rural area, deeply intoxicated with no water. It was beautiful hearing the roosters crow over sleepy little farms at sunrise, but by the time I finally made it home I collapsed onto my bed sobbing in misery. I slept for eleven hours and spent the next day or so recovering. It's not always noble to be the walking wizard.