“Im going to see how drunk I can get this tick”

There are radio ads too. Every single one is either “buy a car”, “You have low-T and need to come get shots to be a Real Man™”, or “Buy these boner pills for your sad limp dick”

I clicked on this thread with excitement before I remembered I have designed a lot of cool things that I can’t post without either opening my company up to industrial espionage or doxxing myself.

So I will post something my wife and I both worked on. This is one of our kitchen cabinets. All of them are white and boring, and we decided that since we own the house, we will have artwork instead of “resale value”.

That’s right! Isn’t that fun?

This and the fact that I started to make almost no money is why I don’t drive for Uber anymore.

Recovering Uber driver here.

I drove back in 2017-2018, and at that time Uber was starting to get difficult about reimbursing cleaning fees when some drunk puked in the car, which made fewer drivers want to pick up drunks. I can’t imagine the situation has improved since then.

I also get the feeling that a lot of women would be asking exactly what they are supposed to do with a 60-cm todger.

I do have long hair. As does my wife. We buy shampoo by the gallon.

My favorite pitcher. It was a clear glass pitcher shaped a lot like the Kool-Aid Man. My wife gave it to me when we got married. It was this heavy glass pitcher and I used to use it for tea and sometimes kool-aid.

I think thermal stress did it in, I poured some cold iced tea in it and it cracked. :-(

Lol

Im not sure, do have any sources to back this up?

My boss drives a big diesel truck. He drives about 30 miles/48 km one way. He’s been very quiet lately.

If you know this is the outcome, why would you cooperate?

For a short time I was married to a woman who had a dog. This was the worst dog I’ve ever personally known. He loved to bite people, especially children. He would be cute and fluffy and wiggly until someone tried to pet him, and then he would do his level best to take a finger. I was #3 in her world, right behind her imaginary friend in the sky and her crazy dog, and she really wasn’t a nice enough wife to put up with being bitten multiple times a week in my own house. So we went our seperate ways. She married someone else not long after. He also left after being bitten multiple times a week. None of her family would deal with her, because of her dog.

Soap making.

Some silicone molds, lye, measuring cups, cooking thermometer, and cooking oil is all you need to get started. And after a while you will be making awesome smelling soap.

Gotta have some friend rice. 😛

Yeah that occoured to me after I typed it all out. ☹️

Remember that the j6 rioters got everything they thought they wanted, and they got a pardon.

Scratch made ranch is the best. Once you try it you’ll never want that soupy Hidden Valley stuff again.

I know what Im trying after work.

Eggs.

Its so easy to cook eggs. I like eggs. My wife and I have pet chickens. And for some reason I never think to take five minitues to make some eggs. Its basically free food, because I sell enough eggs to easily cover the feed that our spoiled chickens eat.

I think I just need to remind myself that I have them.

This one may seem silly compared to the things I’ve read.

My parents gave me a strange eating disorder that it took a while to get over.

Mom refused to accept that there were foods or perhaps ingredients that I was either unwilling or unable to eat. As an example, Onions are horrible and they literally make me sick, whether its whole chunks of onion or powdered onion. But she kept sneaking onion into stuff she made because she just knew I’d like them if I just tried them! It wasn’t a matter of “like” it was the fact that if I ate some I’d end up doing a technicolor yodel over the toilet while she told me I was being dramatic. Sometimes if I was really unlucky I wouldn’t make it to the toilet which would make her even madder. So Id get spanked after puking.

This caused me to be really mistrustful of food that I didn’t prepare myself. I also had problems eating in front of other people, because mom (both parents really) would get upset over how I was eating, and it took me until I was in my 30’s before I was comfortable eating with other people around. Which did wonders for my social life in my 20’s.