“my humps my humps my humps”

In my experience those are typically shown with blinking arrows giving you a temporary speed boost as well.

Yup! I got called a “lump” a lot by my mother and step dad at the time. Not because I was fat, but because they said I was lazy. I’m sorry you had to grow up that way.

Remembering all the times growing up when teachers suggested I get tested for ADHD and my mom would refuse because she “wanted me to be me, not a zombie” but was wildly disastrous for my future. Now she claims she has it too.

Then she voted for trump 3X.

True, and a beard can be useful to break up the visual lines that the human brain identifies as a face. It’d only be a part of the overall camouflage profile, but if it’s already 1/3 done for you, it’s a win. But I can’t stand my beard getting that long. It’s like wearing a steel wool sweater to me.

Edit: not just human brain, animal brain.

I meant after basic survival needs have been met. Obviously food, water, shelter are more important. But humans are hard wired to feel a sense of some hygiene, though you wouldn’t know it from some people.

Bruh, when you’re out in the shit and get a chance to shave, you do it. If you’re used to a certain length, and CANT shave, it’s like #3 on the list of things you dream about when thinking about getting back to civilization. So if you’re always in the shit, you’ll always put it high on the list.

They make mushroom gummies too.

Nope, just wasn’t expecting that.

They’ve become so attached that they get anxious without them.

“Oh man, I gotta park far away so it doesn’t read my plates and info from the car… Well I’ve gotta bring my Galaxy watch so it counts all the extra steps I’ll be taking.”

Honestly just easier to leave it at home. Or in your vehicle, assuming you didn’t pass by the camera on your way, and leave it sufficiently far enough away. I doubt they can read RFID from cards yet, even at a close enough distance to cut the pole down, but might want to leave those at home as well.

Just don’t forget to leave any electronic devices at home.

My ex and I were roommates with 3 other people. The others were all gone and we were in my room getting ready, she got up to get lube or a vibrating cock ring or something, I can’t remember. But she left the door open. I’m laying there, dick straight up in the air when her cat jumps on my bed. Whatever, it’ll leave when we get down to business. But no, the cat sneakily crawls between my legs and licks the underside of my helmet. Right where that line of skin is that connects head to shaft. I freaked, cat freaked and ran off, I go soft and the mood is over.

If you thought a cats tongue was scratchy on your hand…

Just add half a cup of sugar to your half cup of yogurt.

The army put me at 6’4 20 years ago, barefoot. My last Drs appointment said I was 6’3 while wearing New balance with a fat cushy sole.

“older” damn yo, don’t do that to me.

It’s depressing to me. Look at all the friends I had and fun things I used to do. Now I just exist.

Arise chicken, arise.

That’s cool, but like an ex with issues, I’m happy they’re in a better place now, but I am better off with them out of my life.

Probably ~15 years ago?