Doom Metal Alchemist

Still better than most of sponges' material.

To "how people with glasses see it": I've found the secret is to wear masks that are a little bit loose so they hang off like the middle of my nose (but not too loose as to not stay on). If I got a good size my glasses only fog up if I yawn or take a deep breath. If I got one that's too tight, my glasses will perpetually fog up.

I have a friend who does a pretty good murderface. His Hank Hill is lacking, though.

80s.

They've done it before. I think it usually happens when one mod moves it, and another mod disagrees with the move and moves it back.

Yes, mods can move any thread they want to any folder they want any time they want. As for was this thread in DF for any amount of time, I don't remember one way or the other.

How much to get you to STFU?

*The statement "winners don't use drugs" does not include drugs where the whole point of the drug is to make you stronger or give you higher endurance.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!

The bag is covered in shit, I'm assuming the coins therein are not.

Yeah really. If I contract diabetes it's gonna be because of poor diet and exercise habits, not from fucking some fat old mustachio'd guy.

tsar is a food nazi. Or, catstapo, if you will. Me: "I'm an adult and I can eat anything I want." tsar: "Not if I have anything to say about it!"

I started computer-ing on laptops and have stuck with laptops ever since, so I never got used to mice / mouses (I don't know either, ric). It was kinda hard getting used to touchpads though because I started on those "eraser heads." I've long since gotten used to the touchpad though.

Don't you cam? Camming = providing a service in exchange for money, i.e., working.

Rather than getting plant based milk 'cause he's a dirty hippie vegan, he could just be lactose intolerant.

I blame the Europeans for everything.

No, I did not.

Winners don't use drugs.

a- is a prefix often used to mean "without", I think would be the most correct definition, without looking it up. Atheism, asexuality, amoral, atonal, etc. So what the hell is with the word "acorn"? "Without corn"? Is that what's behind that object's name? "Hey, what is that thing?" "I don't know, but one thing I know is it has no corn. We should call it an acorn." Yes I know I could look up the origin of the term, but where is the fun in that?

I don't think benadryl ever made me drowsy, though I know it has that reputation. Pretty good at fighting allergy attacks though.

I've gotten "drunk" once in my entire life (there, I put it in quotes so all you alcohol nazis can chill), my teen years I mostly hung out with other straight-laced kids, and almost my entire adulthood I had no friends. One time last year, I hung out with a couple of my friends (one made in 2016, my first real friend since I was in high school, and the other made in 2018) and they both got absolutely TRASHED. I've hung out with them drunk before, but not to the point that they seemed "not ok." This time they seemed not Ok to me at least. I never hung around people getting absolutely trashed before in my life. I didn't know what it looks like, I didn't know if they were ok, and I didn't know how to handle it. One of these two of my friends fell down and couldn't get up, so I told him to roll onto his side, because I heard that's what you're supposed to do. This dude would just not stop puking. Lying in his own puke because he could not get up. He was still conscious, very much conscious, but he could not get up, and just kept adding more puke to the puddle he was laying his head in. Occasionally he would roll over on his back or his stomach, and I had to remind, "roll on to your side, dude." I tried to roll him myself but he's big and I'm a scrawny weakling. Eventually he was able to use his arm to steady himself so he was perpetually on his side, all the while puking non-stop. The other of my two friends.... I don't know what the fuck was with him. He was completely silent. Gripping with both hands a wooden fixture connecting the cabinets with the counter. He was hanging his head, and swaying back and forth. To me this looked like he was desperately trying to keep his balance. I was like, "[his name], are you ok? What are you doing?" Several times, never did he respond or even look up. Eventually, after quite a while of doing nothing but this peculiar behavior, if I remember correctly, he calmly, and still silently, got down to the floor and laid down to sleep When I woke up my friend who was puking all over himself was already awake and just came out of the shower. Our other friend took a bit longer to wake up, but when he did, he drug his hand across a strange pile of puke that kind of looked like fried eggs but dried out. He then looked at his puke-filled hand and had no reaction, just wiped it off onto the floor. I think it was when we hung out again the next weekend, the two of them were all like, "Dude, I had so much fun last weekend! It was a blast! Best night ever!" And I'm like "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I WAS SO PANICKED THAT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TAKE CARE OF PEOPLE WHO ARE COMPLETELY TRASHED AND YOU GUYS WERE BOTH IN COMPLETE AGONY AND I FEARED FOR YOUR FUCKING LIVES AND THERE WAS NO ONE THERE TO HELP ME WATCH OVER YOU." Then I explained their behavior that I just explained in this post, and they both had absolutely no recollection of the misery, so they were cool with it because they only remembered before they got TOO drunk and were having fun. They were apologetic in inserting me into this scenario that I've never seen or knew what to do, as they were well aware of my lack of drinking, and they promised they'd never get completely trashed when it's just the three of us again. They are great friends. But fuck, that was a horrible night.

What I'm seeing is The Avengers is a horse's ass.