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Nice-a shot-a man!
This is the sign I’ve been waiting for!
I looked this up out of curiosity and discovered that there’s a Hofbräuhaus in my town, and several throughout the US. Might have to visit…wouldn’t be the same as going to Munich but might still be fun.
As someone who used to work in retail, if I’m ever caught saying “guess it’s free then,” I sincerely hope everyone in the store immediately stops what they’re doing to form an orderly line to take turns slapping the piss out of me.
Ah shit. Sorry, I was stabbing someone. Guess I don’t get that coffee. 😔
Father Donovan was always pretty chill.
This might sound weird, but now I look at that psychotic break as something that had to happen so I could get where I am today. I’m more lucid, my thoughts are less chaotic, and I have better agency to deal with people and situations that I know are bad for me.
Next up: Are wind farms forcibly transitioning our children?
Us old farts can remember a TV show called Bowling for Dollars and I always assumed their name was a play on that.
I need to set the scene first: Me, about 12-13 years ago, on the surface looking like a respectable career and family man, pillar of the community…Behind the scenes slowly falling apart, trapped in an abusive marriage, a job I hated more and more each day, and told that I had to keep the happy face on for the sake of everyone else.
And one day I just fucking imploded. Left for work one morning like normal, halfway there I threw my phone out the window and decided I was done. I remember driving and driving, stopping a few times for food or just to get out of the car and meander…but I had no real direction, started to panic about the possibility of going back to hell or staying lost out here. I blacked out.
Apparently my car ran out of gas and I ditched it. I was told when they (they being the cops) found me I was several states away, couldn’t remember my name, was talking nonsense, and was covered in my own filth. I was involuntarily committed and when my wife tried to visit me I tried to attack her, told her I wanted her dead, that she better never come near me again. That was the last I ever saw of her or our kids. My dad had no idea how to handle this so he just decided to treat me like I was dead and sold off most of what I owned, and at the time I was too inside out to care. I was in and out of psych wards for the better part of three years.
So yeah, destroyed a family, a home, my career and reputation, and caused a ruckus in a sleepy little rural shit town. I did get better…much better, and I’m happier and more together than I’ve ever been, but that’s the boring part of the story.
You probably landed already but…
What do you notice about your mind while you’re high? Like, for me I notice two key things: First, I stop giving anything remotely resembling a fuck about anything political. Second, my wit gets really sharp and suddenly I’m the funniest mf in the room. What about you?
Hope you had a pleasant flight.
It’s never the last one, I can tell ya that.
“Of course I get offended when I’m on my way to rest on my favorite blankie and the greasy primate decides to molest me with their greasy primate paws, which is why I make it a point to make them watch while I clean the defiled part of my body. But do they ever learn? NO!”
I’m at the age where I usually skip at least two of these.
Something something the French something something…
And Lola never completely recovered, became an alcoholic, and she’s still trying to live in her past.
For Barry, the song is pretty dark.
I work in materials testing so when a material doesn’t perform as expected, I get to go into troubleshooting mode. If all my equipment and a self-critique of my test procedures checks out, then we start looking into the material itself. If it’s a raw material, was there a flaw or inclusion in the sample itself? Does that flaw permeate through the rest of the supplied material? We’ll work with the supplier to figure out the issue. If I’m testing a fastener, are there clues in the way it’s manufactured that might indicate a problem? Was it heat treated properly?
Testing failures are disruptive and usually end up causing manufacturing delays and wrecking deadlines. It doesn’t happen often but when it does all our brains kick into high gear.















Nice-a shot-a man!
This is the sign I’ve been waiting for!
I looked this up out of curiosity and discovered that there’s a Hofbräuhaus in my town, and several throughout the US. Might have to visit…wouldn’t be the same as going to Munich but might still be fun.
Have you ever stopped at a cheesy tourist trap "landmark" that turned out to be kinda cool? What was it?
This is 100% about penises.
As someone who used to work in retail, if I’m ever caught saying “guess it’s free then,” I sincerely hope everyone in the store immediately stops what they’re doing to form an orderly line to take turns slapping the piss out of me.
Ah shit. Sorry, I was stabbing someone. Guess I don’t get that coffee. 😔
Father Donovan was always pretty chill.
This might sound weird, but now I look at that psychotic break as something that had to happen so I could get where I am today. I’m more lucid, my thoughts are less chaotic, and I have better agency to deal with people and situations that I know are bad for me.
Candace Flynn’s brothers
Next up: Are wind farms forcibly transitioning our children?
Us old farts can remember a TV show called Bowling for Dollars and I always assumed their name was a play on that.
I need to set the scene first: Me, about 12-13 years ago, on the surface looking like a respectable career and family man, pillar of the community…Behind the scenes slowly falling apart, trapped in an abusive marriage, a job I hated more and more each day, and told that I had to keep the happy face on for the sake of everyone else.
And one day I just fucking imploded. Left for work one morning like normal, halfway there I threw my phone out the window and decided I was done. I remember driving and driving, stopping a few times for food or just to get out of the car and meander…but I had no real direction, started to panic about the possibility of going back to hell or staying lost out here. I blacked out.
Apparently my car ran out of gas and I ditched it. I was told when they (they being the cops) found me I was several states away, couldn’t remember my name, was talking nonsense, and was covered in my own filth. I was involuntarily committed and when my wife tried to visit me I tried to attack her, told her I wanted her dead, that she better never come near me again. That was the last I ever saw of her or our kids. My dad had no idea how to handle this so he just decided to treat me like I was dead and sold off most of what I owned, and at the time I was too inside out to care. I was in and out of psych wards for the better part of three years.
So yeah, destroyed a family, a home, my career and reputation, and caused a ruckus in a sleepy little rural shit town. I did get better…much better, and I’m happier and more together than I’ve ever been, but that’s the boring part of the story.
You probably landed already but…
What do you notice about your mind while you’re high? Like, for me I notice two key things: First, I stop giving anything remotely resembling a fuck about anything political. Second, my wit gets really sharp and suddenly I’m the funniest mf in the room. What about you?
Hope you had a pleasant flight.
It’s never the last one, I can tell ya that.
“Of course I get offended when I’m on my way to rest on my favorite blankie and the greasy primate decides to molest me with their greasy primate paws, which is why I make it a point to make them watch while I clean the defiled part of my body. But do they ever learn? NO!”
I’m at the age where I usually skip at least two of these.
Something something the French something something…
And Lola never completely recovered, became an alcoholic, and she’s still trying to live in her past.
For Barry, the song is pretty dark.
amirite?