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Most seafood doesn’t get me too badly, though I still don’t like it. Cooking shrimp, on the other hand, makes it hurt to breathe for some reason. Not the same as nausea, but it still sucks.
Most seafood doesn’t get me too badly, though I still don’t like it. Cooking shrimp, on the other hand, makes it hurt to breathe for some reason. Not the same as nausea, but it still sucks.
I have a few that some others in the thread have already mentioned, but I can also:
Same here. Someone else in the thread said that’s your tensor tympani muscle.
That’s… what Americans do. I live about 1500 miles from my parents, and only use time as a measurement if I’m planning to drive that far, mainly in days.
The story was written for an audience of about 5 aging hipsters from Brooklyn.
Well said. The whole “epilogue” read like a hypercondensed Manifesto of the Pathological Twat.
The banner up top is blue because it looks like denim, right?
I poked my head in Lemmygrad once, and that was plenty. Shit like this but unironic. Fuck em.
Well, there’s an F2P game called Rumble Fighter that came out back in 2006/7, which for reasons I don’t understand in hindsight got its claws DEEP into me. It didn’t track play time, but I’d put my hours at 8000, conservatively. 2+ hours per day, nearly every day for about 11 years.
Not a point of pride for me, but I’ve always taken the John Lennon’s (alleged) attitude towards wasting time. So, no biggie.
Hoo boy, a college roommate of mine got so hooked on that one that he became effectively nocturnal. To his credit, he was courteous enough to put his bedsheets down over the foot of his bed so the glare from his monitor didn’t bother me while I was sleeping. I googled his name a while back and apparently he got his shit together, but that year was very worrying.
Dude, Where’s My Car, 17%/47%. I haven’t seen it since it was in the theatre, but I remember thinking it was a good disengage-your-brain comedy that got some chuckles and had a plot that was weird enough to be a joke on it’s own. What were people expecting, with a title like that?
I’m not a fan of the “new car smell”, for some reason. The “new computer smell”, on the other hand, is a rare treat.