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This is not a question. Are you asking if I wanna grab lunch in Albany next week? I'm available provided they have chicken nuggets in that part of the country.
Do boneless wings count as nuggets?
Also, if you need a place to crash, our couches are open.
I dunno. 1-2 years ago there were a lot more posters that I hated. They haven't gotten any better but my patience and openness to accepting pointless/unfunny/uninteresting drivel has gotten better. There was 2 people I chose not to put on this list that def still count. I chose not to because they are friends with my friends and I don't want to start too much shit.
If said bicyclist had indeed spit on you, what would your response have been?
I was blasting rap music with my window down (I think it was Pusha T). That was it. Bicyclists here are very entitled. I wasn't even doing anything wrong (this time.) This was a male bicyclist so I woulda got outta the car and beat his ass. I'm not much of a fighter anymore but I think that'd be fair grounds.
If the spitting bicyclist had been female, what would the reaction have been?
Post by snowmanomura on Jul 10, 2016 19:28:12 GMT -5
Ive never left new Orleans without an awful hangover, if not also questioning everything about my existence. Smoking used to be my go to hangover cure, but now that I have a kid I don't feel right doing that. For some reason I feel like it's socially more acceptable to drink and be around kids than to smoke. Though I had a friend in college with a kid and I would play hot wheels for hours with him when I was stoned.
Also, that presidential podcast is great, I learn something new every time and I've been a presidential trivia nerd since elementary school.
Ok, questions.
Would you rather never get laid or never get high for the rest of your life?
Which side are you on in celtics-lakers rivalry from the 80's, and are you familiar with Chuck klosterman's take on it?
Do you find fulfillment from your work, or is it just a means to fulfillment elsewhere?
Do you use "blackout" as a stand in for drinking beyond just buzzed or do you really mean black out like physiologically can't store short term memory in long term memory ? Are you aware that black is more related to rate of consumption/intoxication rather than quantity?
You've mentioned you used to excel at athletics, do you still exercise/play/etc? Do you ever have wistful Bruce Springsteen "glory days" moments?
2 part question part 1: What is your favorite website to kill time?
part 2: from one of my favorites waitbutwhy.com
How Long Would You Live if You Could Choose ANY Number of Years?
Here’s how it works. You wake up and find yourself alone in a room. The only things in the room are a table, a chair, a calculator, and a note. The note says:
Eternal Life? You have exactly 10 minutes to choose how many years you want to live and type the number into the calculator. At the end of the 10 minutes, you’ll be escorted out of the room, and your decision is permanent and unable to ever be changed. You’ll live for exactly that many years and then you’ll die. Oh also…every other human on Earth is currently in a room just like this making the same exact decision and you won’t know what they chose until you leave the room. If you enter no number into the calculator, your life will go on exactly as it had before, unaffected—you’ll die a natural death whenever you would have if this had never happened.
Other information in the note’s fine print:
There’s an infinity button on the calculator, and there are endless digit spots. If you enter a number younger than your current age, the calculator rejects it and it stays blank. If you enter your current age, you’ll die the moment the 10 minutes is up. You can choose the age of your body and change it at any time—that means if you’re 40 right now you can choose to go back to 25 and live out a bunch of years in your 25-year-old body, then let yourself age up to 70 over the next 45 years, do that for a while, then bring yourself back down to 35 for a while, etc. (The point here is to take body age out of the question.) In the case of children under the age of 12, one of the parents (which one is chosen at random) will make the decision for them, on an additional calculator that’ll be on that parent’s table with the child’s name on it. Children 12 and over will wake up in their own room with their own decision to make. Sickness and ailments don’t happen anymore for anyone who enters a number into the calculator. People who leave it blank will get sick as they would have in their normal life. People who enter a number in the calculator will no longer be able to reproduce—any children they already have (including existing pregnancies) can live on, but they can’t conceive any more children. People who leave the calculator blank can continue to have children, but those children won’t ever be given a chance to choose an age—they will be normal mortal people who will live and die naturally, as will their children, and so on. This opportunity will never come along again—it’s a one and only one time thing. No other guarantees about anything—if you enter a number into the calculator, you will continue to live a conscious existence until your birthday that year, and then you’ll peacefully die that day. Sickness and ailments won’t occur, but discomfort, pain, and suffering still can—i.e. if you’re living a comfortable life on Earth, you’ll have general good health at all times and any ailments or injuries will be healed immediately, but if you tried to free dive to the bottom of the ocean, while you won’t die, you’d experience horrible pain and suffering as if you were drowning. If you don’t eat or drink, you won’t die, but you’ll feel completely desperate for food and water like a normal person would. You’re told on the note that death is final and eternal, whether you enter something into the calculator or not.
That’s all that’s on the note. If there are any other confusion or questions, you’d have to make the decision with certain things not clarified.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Do you find fulfillment from your work, or is it just a means to fulfillment elsewhere? I like the work I do. I hate the place I do it at. I am putting an end to that this week. It's fun to help some person get a job at a better company, move back home to where their family is, to get promoted in title, or make more money.
Does this mean you are quitting your job this week? I know you're going on your epic road trip. What's the plan if you are quitting your job?
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Well I'm gonna craft some questions later for you to answer.
Separate from the ones I'll give billy.
Missed your chance yo!
Billy if you could have any super power what would it be?
You're not the boss of me!!
1) Did the lack of questions you received as BMotM feel reminiscent of that time you were runner up for TIN 2016? 2) You win the Sufjan Date Lottery and get 3 hours of uninterrupted date time with the man of our dreams. What do you guys do? Where do you take him? 3) If you could only listen to three artists/bands for the rest of your life (current discography + whatever they release in the future), who would they be? 4) Dream job? Why? 5) How much would someone have to pay you to watch Third Eye Blind singing "Ring of Fire" on loop for one hour? No covering of ears or eyes allowed. 6) What's your least favorite nickname you've ever been called? 7) How do you feel about the idea of joining a commune someday?
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.