Sure thing! Just changed to f-slur

That is fucking genius

A buddy of mine’s grandad once got drunk with us when we were like 17ish, and told us that no matter we did, we should never join a fraternity in college.

Apparently, when he was in college, he got sucked into this cycle of hazing and sunk cost fallacy (not what he called it, but that’s what I think it was). It started off pretty basic, and ended up with him and a couple other pledges being dressed as girls and servicing all of the brothers for a weekend. Including, and this is a quote, “taking it up the ass. The other two guys got some butter shoved up their first, but I didn’t.” Said he bled for days and couldn’t tell anyone, because then they’d call him a f-slur and probably kick him out of school

I’m assuming it’s not quite so bad anymore, but lemme tell you, I never once considered joining a frat after that tearful old man relived his fucking horror story to us while drunk

… Twinky Dom you way?

I’ve got a bear physique, and I can protect you in an apocalypse so long as you don’t mind living in the middle of nowhere and eating a lot of mushrooms. I’m particularly good at growing mushrooms, tomatoes, potatoes, and any form of squash or zucchini

I am also very handy with tools, and can crochet and needle point!

It blows my mind that slut is still used as an attack on women. My family and my circle of friends have used the term playfully amongst each other, but as I got older and more involved in politics and realized that, no, there are people who legitimately believe in this myth that sluttiness is somehow immoral or stains a woman, that blew my fucking mind.

I mean, my parents weren’t exactly labeling themselves sex positive, but had I ever suggested that a woman was somehow stained or immoral or whatever else these people associate with “sluts,” my mama would have whooped my ass from here to a feminist bookstore.

Seriously, sex is fun. It’s fucking great. It’s exercise, it releases the fun chemicals, it’s a way to bond if you want to be bond, it’s a way to pass an evening in a new town if that’s all you’re in it for. Use protection, make sure you’re not bringing a murderer home, and go have fun.

Oh, good idea!

Idk if strains are, like, universified or whatever, but there’s this one strain of CBD we used to order from laughing lion in CO called Chem Dawg. Best shit ever. It felt like what smoking felt like when I was a teenager. It was pretty awesome. I’ll bet a 90/10 mix of that and some actual weed would be awesome!

When I was 16, my buddies each bought an ounce of weed for my birthday party. 3 ounces of weed, like 7 of us partying total. Smoked it all that night.

Was named beyond belief, but no adverse effects. Just super stoned and having a great time.

I take 2 hits off my buddy’s fucking high tech ruby dab thingamabob and I am so fucking high that I hate life and I want to die

God, I wish I was the type of person who could afford to leave my town, much less my country. :/

I miss the cheap ass ditch weed of my youth. My tolerance is insanely low. One hit of anything nowadays and I’m too stoned and hate it :(

Seconding the other person. I am deeply curious about learning about Cuba, whether you currently live there or not. I understand if you don’t want to talk openly because of flame wars in comment sections, but I’d love to DM, or move the conversation to a different community if needed.

I once dreamt that a house in my neighborhood was used as a filming location for a movie, and that whoopie Goldberg was in it. When the movie was over, she had developed agoraphobia, and could not bring herself to leave. I took care of her, along with her sister, and eventually married her. We were married for 35 years. I know this sounds insane, but I swear to you, it lasted 35 years in that dream, for years, I could remember it like a second life. When I woke up I grieved.

I was 11 years old, and 2 years later we moved into that same house.

There was also the much less cool dream I had in early 2001, where we took a trip to NYC, and when we got to this big bridge, soldiers made us turn around, and the air was filled with ash and smoke, and the soldier told us “New York is closed”

At the time I kept a dream journal and wrote that one down. No one believed me when 9/11 happened until I showed my parents the journal

Patently false. After the probe, I knew for certain those beings were positively angelic. I’ve never felt such things. I heard choirs singing

They really should do an episode or How It’s Made on this. Super fascinating!

Yes. You’re right. Our healthcare system is absolutely bonkers bananas insane, and that’s before you calculate in the cruelty. And as US citizen, I strongly advise everyone who isn’t to avoid this country like the plague.

However, if I travel to Switzerland or Canada or Italy or wherever, as a tourist, I am not covered if I go in the hospital. I still need to carry travel insurance, and if I don’t, or if it doesn’t cover something, then those countries with their modern, sensible healthcare systems will charge me out of pocket, just like an American hospital. The difference is that in America, even the citizens aren’t covered by default, and the amounts are astronomical compared to other countries.

It’s a shitty system all around, and frankly, I genuinely believe that if it weren’t for America’s weird fetish for as much money as you can possibly choke on, we would probably have started building an actual universal healthcare system for the global community, so that you’re covered by default even when traveling. But like with most things, the right wing nonsense has held us so far back that that is so unlikely as to seem utterly impossible

I’m also 35, and I remember the red ones. But my mom ate a lot of pistachios and sunflower seeds when she quit smoking in the mid 90s

Well now I’m wondering what those stains were. Did they dye them red because the people picking them had their hands bleeding? We were all just ingesting small amounts of laborer’s blood?

The only who could ever reach me was the son of a preacher man

Is this real? I could really use a prayer buddy right about now. Someone who could pray at me real fast. Fast and rough prayer. The kind of fast and rough prayer that makes it hard to walk tomorrow

She was a Baptist, not a Muslim, but my grandmother was a member of a church that did routine daytime fasting and she would do this. Do me a favor, and just ask those you trust to tell you if you appear too sick to fast. Sometimes we don’t always know where we’re at without checking in with others. She made herself very, very sick one time by refusing not to fast when she was already ill, and she nearly died.

It was the lack of water that landed her in the hospital, not the lack of food.

Stay safe, and lots of love 💕

When I was 16 I worked at Walmart. I was a smoker, and took my break in the indoor smoke break room, I mention that because my manager didn’t smoke, and so we rarely saw her. I would eat my lunch while listening to books on tale through headphones/Walkman.

After about 6 months my manager started smoking again, and she made me stop listening to my books on tape and claimed it was unprofessional and the optics were bad.

Optics for fucking who? It’s an indoor break room! No customers are seeing me. I’m on a fucking break. But no. Signs went up, no headphones in the break room. No books in the break room. It was fucking awful.