Greeny

Finally made some progress on Robocop: Rogue City. About 6 hours. Pretty good game, and I'm not even a huge Robocop fan.

I don't care about me or the environment.

Beef and pork are better.

To be fair deer are assholes so if they want to take them out I say go for it.

I won't ridicule people for asking me for help, if that's what you mean. And I like to think the people who know me know that. But then again I avoid people at all costs, but they know how to get ahold of me.

Just to make at least one serious post in this thread, I personally believe that "pouring your heart out" doesn't actually accomplish anything other than making you feel better, which is important, but the more quickly you can "get over" what ails you the sooner you can flip the switch and take action to remedy it. I wouldn't link that to masculinity, but it is a huge part of being a functional adult. In my experience at least men in general are able to flip that switch sooner and it's probably a combination of them being conditioned to do so, biology, and a number of other things, but not wanting to do it definitely isn't one of them. The issue is that men are more likely to be laughed at and/or looked down upon when they seek help, and they know it. It's easy to ask for help when you don't have to stop and think about how it's going to make people see you. I'm not a woman and can't speak for them, but I get the feeling that it's generally not as big of a consideration for them.

Idk but I just changed my tires.

I can't feel my legs.

A man was in an accident and lost both of his arms. What did he say to the doctor?

At least someone appreciates all my effort.

Knock it off!

You don't know me!

That's probably the sanest thing I've ever heard.

But is she more senile? I think not.

And what flaws are those, hmmm?

The anticipation is killing me.

I don't think so. He's way cooler than me, believe it or not haha...

It's lulling you into a false sense of security.

A huge disappointment is my guess.

AI is going to terminate us way before then.

I've always found it weird that I know a lot of people who share Sept. 22nd as their birthday, including my nephew. Now I'm re-watching Lost and the plane went down on Sept. 22nd 2004 so now I'm convinced the world will end on a Sept. 22nd.

Fuck that. I'm checking out at 50.

Yeah yeah yeah. Where are my presents?

ATV Offroad Fury. The first PS2 game I ever owned.