Cracks_InTheWalls @ Cracks_InTheWalls @sh.itjust.works

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This is what I was thinking, but I'm digging the lists for both holidays rolling in too.

Excellent choice! Didn't even consider that one.

HAHAHAHAhahaha...ha...😭

The real question is do they start using ounces for amounts equal to or over 28 grams?

Flirty answer followed by real answer if actually pressed. It's not like it's something you reasonably have control over anyway (I don't consider lengthening surgery reasonable, though more power to anyone that does, it ain't my body), outside of maybe some small gains if losing weight in your pelvis area or improving your general cardiovascular health.

Not gonna come out here and say size is totally irrelevant, but there's lots of ways to have great sex without going around bruising women's cervixes.

Thank you! That is very kind.

Frankly, this is the best outcome. Going and winning a decent amount your very first time is a huge risk for developing a gambling problem, because your monkey brain goes "It happened once, so it can totally happen again". Doubly so when you're young and your 'decent amount' is lower than it might be otherwise.

It could, sure, but the actual probability doesn't line up with your probabilistic fluke, and that's a hard thing to overcome for a lot of folks.

Never got to a point where it was a survival threat (very lucky in that regard), but that $300 I won when I was 19 was the most expensive money I've ever made.

What I think is even funnier, as someone who moved around the country a lot, is it's often thought of as a regional thing when it's actually ubiquitous.

In Victoria BC, it's called a Langford Dinner Jacket. But if you're a blue-collar working class Canadian anywhere in the country, it's more likely than not you own or have owned one of these (which is good, 'cause they're a good warm layer).

Nope, St. Albert. They make the cheese curds typically used by the fine men and women who operate the grease shacks in the Ottawa Valley.

I think my ban from Quebec for calling St. Hubert Quebec's answer to Swiss Chalet expires soon.

Every day, I say a prayer of thanks to St. Albert for living in their delivery radius.

It's kinda warm in Osaka, so I forgive them for not donning our national formal attire.

Why do you want to keep it?

They no longer felt the rain on their skin. The question echoed for a moment, then faded sharply.

They cried out, "What do you mean!? Take my body! Destroy my mind! KILL ME, FOR FUCK'S SAKE! I CAN'T DO THIS ALONE, FOREVER!!"

The void, for a brief moment, felt small. One thought of a velvet capsule, encompassing lightyears, yet claustrophobic.

Then why do you keep doing it?

They screamed, echoes reverberating down the hospital corridors with no one to attest, rolling off the bed and collapsing onto the floor. Their IV became detatched, and saline pattered down and mixed with tears on the floor. A soft slurp sounded from the floor drain as it took the overflow.

They don't know why they still cry.

[Dunno if this lines up with what you're going for 🤷‍♂️]

Bro, are you ok? Your post history to date is actually really concerning.

To answer your question, no, I don't think raising the age of consent to your early to mid 20s is a good idea. Is the relationship dynamic in what you describe probably kinda fucked? Yeah. But adults get to make adult decisions, no matter how others may feel about.

To counterbalance the more intelligent choices so far, I listen to three podcasts. In order of frequency:

Tell 'Em Steve Dave (~Comedy podcast with Kevin Smith's childhood buddies and their cohort)

Park After Dark (Trailer Park Boys)

Canadaland (Canadian News/Media Criticism) - I save this for days when I feel particularly dumb and want to feel more smarter, or a topic pops up that was already on my radar.

Ugh, same. Back when I was married both in spirit and law, there was a nice, well-endowed bartender at my local. I had no designs on anything at all, wanted to just have regular ol' barfly-bartender platonic chatter. Here was my inner monologue:

Don't stare at her boobs, don't stare at her boobs, oh god I'm looking at her boobs, look UP you fucking creep she doesn't need that shit; ok, maybe just identify all the liquor bottles behind her - THAT'S A FUCKING BOOB KNOCK IT OFF - k, Wisers, Captain Morgan's, some coffee liqueur - wait, she said something. What did she say? Oh shit, she's got the customer service scowl on and has covered herself. Congrats, Cracks, you are now officially one of the creepy guys, no better than the alkie dude who asks for hugs. God damn it - go play some pinball and go home.

Stupid lizard brain. Doesn't happen all the time with every woman (thank fuck, that would be paralyzing), but awkward as fuck for everyone involved when it does.

I have decided that this is dating advice.

Use legal/borderline/not-really-legal-but-no-one's-enforcing-it stores; Snapchat, apparently; clearweb mail order services (dumb); darknet markets; go to 'that part of town' and ask around.

Dunno where you are, but I found this rule held up pretty well in Canada pre-legalization- if you find the most central McDonald's in any urban area, talk to the street kids and pretty soon you will have weed (or something that looks like weed if you're not paying attention/acting like a douchebag). I used to include loose cigarettes and time spent chatting with street folks in the cost. That said, a) lots of risks (getting robbed, something other than weed, laced shit), and b) required talking to strangers about illicit desires. But the more rapport you build, the less likely it is you'd get burned/the more likely it is you'd get actually good shit, and get connected to a real plug.

Note 'central' does not necessarily mean geographically central - think about the highest foot traffic areas in town with a McDonald's. Not suggesting you do that anyway, particularly these days.

It seemed much cooler back when it was called cyber-anthropology. Second Life seemed like it was going to be much more important than it turned out to be, among other things.

Misread 'properly' and 'proudly', and thought to myself "I've never met anyone who's said they were proud of Windsor" :p

Great choice, Tea Party's good stuff.

I was sailing the North Atlantic and being black out drunk while ashore.

🎵A sailor's still a sailor, just like he was before.🎵

Eating mushrooms with the homies in the woods instead of going to prom. Zero regrets, would do it again.