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Lol fair. I wore my XtraTufs on a flight and got some real weird looks in LAX on my layover

No problem! They worked great for me for a few years in Alaska, highly recommend them for snow or wet areas. They make insulated ones, but I never had an issue with the uninsulated ones if I doubled up on socks.

You will, however, get some weird looks if you wear them in an airport outside of the PNW

I call it “don’t live in a place where the air hurts my face”

But actually, XtraTuf boots are great.

Weighted blanket was a game changer. I’ve always hated the cold, and my disgust with temperatures under 80°F grows with every passing year

My joints hurt. I’m around 30, and I beat the shit out of my body through my late teens-mid twenties. My joints feel like they’re about 20 years older than the rest of me some days. Fun experiences for the most part, but I’m paying for those minor injuries piling up over the years.

My wife had a D&C after a miscarriage earlier this year. Luckily, our state isn’t as shitty as others, but the surgery was still labeled an abortion, and they made her answer a bunch of questions like it was a choice and not that our baby was dead for a month before the 12 week ultrasound. And the shitheel front desk woman lied to us and said that no one could be back there with her (obviously not in surgery, but I wasn’t even able to be back in the waiting area with her pre or post op), because that woman was a religious fruitcake and “didn’t agree with the procedure”

We raised some serious hell after finding that out and took it up through their patient advocate. It went up to the hospitals board and they issued an apology, which meant fuck all, and I think that woman was fired.

I don’t understand why people want to be involved in anyone else’s lives. I get it if you personally don’t agree with abortions, but that’s your choice. You don’t get the right to decide what someone else does with their own fucking body. The kicker is that most people don’t even realize that a D&C after a miscarriage is the same exact procedure and is classified the same. Excuse the fuck out of me if I don’t want my wife to die from sepsis or have to sit around for another 1-2 months with a dead fetus inside of her waiting for it to possibly discharge naturally. That whole experience was awful enough and she wanted it to be over as soon as possible.

Fuck your religious beliefs. Apply them to yourself, no one else should bend over to appease your stupid sky fairy bullshit.

True true

Midnight Meat Train. My wife and I were looking for bad horror movies a while ago, saw that this had Bradley Cooper and thought "ehhh, it can’t be *that bad. * Spoiler, it was, but not hilariously bad, just straight up weird bad

Yeah, I’m at that point now. Normally I don’t engage this heavily with obvious trolls, guess this is my quarterly reminder why I don’t.

Right? This dude can’t comprehend that he’s the problem here, not a writing challenge/competition. Reminds me of a saying “If it smells like shit everywhere you go, check your shoe”

Sure lil buddy, whatever you say. Have fun being an overly verbose, abrasive dickwad and thinking that it somehow makes you an intellectual, that’ll show people not to “catch attitude with you.”

On the off chance that you’re actually open to hearing any kind of criticism, sure:

1. You made a post on a small forum about an objectively obscure topic, seemingly with the expectation that people would understand an acronym for that obscure topic.
2. Numerous comments essentially asked “what the fuck does that even mean?”
3. When faced with an opportunity to introduce more people to this obscure topic with some modicum of grace, you instead made what appeared to be a sarcastic, disparaging comment that people should obviously just know what you’re talking about.
4. When called out for #3, you decided that everyone in this thread clearly hated the obscure topic that none of them had even heard of, rather than realizing that people reacted poorly to your poorly disguised arrogance and pretentious comments.

That is the most pretentious way of saying “nuh-uh” I’ve read today. Feel free to continue your string of pseudo-intellectual, self-aggrandizing bullshit, but don’t expect me to clap for you.

You can sit around and be a pretentious dick all you want, or you can take this as an opportunity to welcome people to something that you enjoy. Clearly you’ve already decided to do the former.

Woodworking

Splinter Cell Chaos Theory. My brother and I would play split screen, and we always hit a point where we had no idea where to go

One of our dogs growing up (golden retriever), would run laps around the house for hours. He would also play fetch, but he would bring a ball back within about 20 feet of you before dancing around in a circle. The only way to get him to drop the ball was to have a second ball ready to go when he got back wit the first one. He would also try to fit as many tennis balls in his mouth as possible, saw him get 3 in successfully once. He was also terrified of floor vents and the downstairs bathroom. He loved to carry socks around, the dirtier the better. He never chewed them, just carried them around in his mouth.

Loved that derpy dog.

Woodworking for Mere Mortals had some great Microjig ads for a while until he ended the partnership

Gotta be a tie between the Caribbean, Bermuda, and Alaska