High School Junior (Grade 11) chronically depressed holding down a job with illegal hours ran by an old man who I suspect dabbled in cocaine.

A woman moved from out-of-state (country?) to date or marry him or something. They went to Vegas for a trip, while taking a shower she rifled through his wallet and saw that he was twenty years older than he told her and dumped him. He was unpleasant for a couple months.

Uhh… I had a flash card on my DS, replayed Earthbound around that time. I don’t remember much about my doings around then.

Playing a real dangerous game having those finger so close to the eyes and nose.

I love that this is in Minecraft. Should be in base game.

Friendly reminder that the Babylon Bee is the shitty rightwing attempt at the Onion.

Attempting to launder shitty conservative beliefs through humor.

I think that’s the point of a rape whistle, people might ignore a call for help, but will instinctively look towards a shrill piercing whistle.

They might not help, but extra visibility might deter the attacker.

My buddy got himself a cat a few years ago. (She adopted him)

I would tease him about becoming a cat person. “I will never become a ‘cat guy’, I’m not going to spoil her. She’s just a barn cat to keep the mice out”

The barn in question was the Mother-in-law house at his folks that he was staying in.

After a few months of us cat owners teasing him, I asked him point blank “have you ever slept in an uncomfortable position as to not disturb your cat?”

After a good half minute pause we got a “err, I mean yeah, I don’t want to disturb her if she’s asleep!”

He became a total cat dad until the day he moved into a dog house and left her with his folks. He still dotes on her when he comes home to visit.

Considering the deaths the average Dwarf in my last fortress suffered. I ain’t touching DF with a ten-foot pole.

A deadly dust forgotton beast broke into the fort through a forgotten cavern access. My military quickly killed it; but before they could step into the Dwarven Bath to rinse off the dust 2/3rds of my fortress was dying of a total body necrotic rot.

Boy if that isn’t my mother to a T.

18, my soon-to-be-first-girlfriend was hosting a party.

I still have a fondness for coconut rum and sprite and big naturals.