Maybe if it were jammed into a Paunch Burger.

I would rather have like a wood stove than a fireplace. We get cold winters where I live in America and with our infrastructure getting crappier I would find comfort in having that little wood stove in case the power goes out for a long time.

I know I’m feeling cautious about any progress towards my understanding of what is good, so I think I can understand why the first person was saying that, but I’m assuming. This sounds like a great thing, (but within the seconds I thought this), but I could never afford to live there it must be an overpriced and gentrified neighborhood.

I spent more time than I liked to placing commas and trying to be grammatically correct. I probably made mistakes but does anyone reading really care. Am I just trying to make people’s opinion of me higher because I organized the message to the standards of people long dead. I know I technically asked two questions there but I wasn’t really asking so fuck it.

Haha I love using phrases like “very slightly”

In the afterlife.

I thought it was Gale of Dale

This is a lovely picture. Sorry if I’m being a bother but it looks like there is some mail with identifying info in the photo and I wanted to let you know in case you did not want that.

Sort of. Be a decent person and treat others with decency. If something indecent is about to happen or happening to you or others, do your best to stop it or seek justice, by appropriate means for the situation. Don’t kill someone who threw water at you or kicked your truck.

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combs my teethstache inquisitively Do y’all not?

I’m trying not to laugh too hard so my family doesn’t ask me what I’m laughing at.

I feel like it’s how my gut flora aren’t responsible for my actions or anything but will suffer my choices and others’ choices involving me.

That’s absolutely amazing. I’m happy to hear that kind of thing exists for people.

lol I did not think about pink eye or consequences from sharing of the device. I’m happy to hear the technology exists though.

I deeply hope for an omniscient being soon after the end of my life to appear so I can ask these kinds of questions.

I loved being in a single player game and contributing to roads, bridges and stuff, and being able to yell out “My names Sam!” Or responding “Hey my names Sam too!”

I don’t know… I always think about that part looking back on it. We were doing ecstasy. I think we had like not a specific communal bottle but like someone’s was over somewhere and one by the computer.

I’m breaking the vow by talking about it but…

A few friends and I were all doing drugs late one winter night and staying hydrated as responsible drug users sometimes do.

The cold had us all sniffly and hacking.

We spat into an empty water bottle.

Sweet Hank was at the computer picking the next jam and reached for what he thought was his water, took a swig, returned the swig, and said, “We’re just not gonna talk about that.”

Hank went to the bathroom, returned, and we continued, honoring Sweet Hank’s request.

I couldn’t tell you what went through his mind when the viscous liquid hit but he carried on like a champion.