I’ve pushed 300 pounds and I’ve been in-shape sufficiently that some bulge-y muscles were showing.

The difference in day-to-day fucked with my head in ways I didn’t expect. And you don’t exactly get a ton of sympathy. “Holy shit, why is everyone staring at me.” It’s just a lot after spending most of your life invisible.

Not true, though! I just think it makes my shelves look nicer. I know where everything is, like OP says.

yawn

I have some version of this that thankfully only happens very rarely. But it is more like a violent electrical sound that “feels” so loud that I should be dead. It is awful.

I organized my books by color long before learning some people hate that.

I’m similar. Ever since I was a kid, my mom would notice that “babies love me.” They really do. If there’s a baby nearby, it’ll probably love me and I’ll probably be making faces at it, etc. I think it’s partially the beard, but it was true pre-beard, too.

“Oh, excuse me, I accidentally farted…”

“COME NOW, CITIZEN, WE BOTH KNOW THE TRUTH.”

I tried cocaine twice and it didn’t really do anything for me. Pretty lame.

You’re far too humble, Captain North-man.

I’ve hit some killer long-range underwear-into-the-basket shots with my toes that honestly should’ve been on Sportscenter.

You can see the structure pretty clearly toward the top. E.g. the guys holding onto the metal bar.

I’m in the same boat, maybe because I’m in the U.S. I’m in favor of it on paper, but would feel really, really hesitant to ever support it in this country, because it would be like a month before they’d take off their masks and be using it to euthanize the homeless en masse.

You guys aren’t doing post-coitus cake?

Interesting one. Do you mean it in the “it takes a village” sense or in some more specific sense?

Why not just leave the beetles in, if it still harms me? If it comes to that, I’m going to be tired and cutting corners.

Might also put more actual meat on your bones, which is a risk. A lot of people are more into Filets vs. like a Ribeye, for example.

I get what you’re saying, but I also know there are plenty of left-leaning people in North Carolina. Some areas more than others, but I’ve lived in those kinds of towns–those people are always still there, just quiet.

but a good death is superior to a bad life.

But that’s apples and oranges. You could theoretically have both? The good death doesn’t really offset the bad life? It’s not as cool-sounding, but I think “a good death is superior to a bad death” and “a good life is superior to a bad life” are still pretty much true, if technically subjective.

Seriously do reconsider the U.S.

If things turn around, which is doubtful for a long while, Canadian citizenship would still make it easy to pop down and check out the charred remains sometime.

Lay’s Potato Chips: thin slices of potatoes fried and covered in salt.