I terrify my wife. When she comes home I hide next to the fridge and I say "BOO!" and I get her just about every time. Then I hug my kids and finish making dinner.

Your pity party here is a self-fulfilling prophecy and screams white knight and all that. You can do better, get out of your head.

I may have missed it in this article, though I believe I read elsewhere, that she got busted down one rank and that's it. I know military in general is having retention and recruitment issues, but to me this is more than just a busting down offense. That the senior enlisted on a ship would so nonchalantly disregard OPSEC demonstrates either a clear lack of understanding, or worse, something more nefarious.

We saw a naval officer relieved of command for having the scope backwards on his rifle. This, to me, rises to a much higher level.

It's like playing the Thunderstruck drinking game as a kid, they hit you with a lot in the beginning, but then someone gets stuck chugging their beer. This could definitely be a spiritual successor.

Problem is that Sauron looked dope as fuck, and terminators love looking badass, and so they'd immediately take his side. Number one rule of being a terminator is to always look cool.

It's the Goldilocks of atars, just right.

They promise they won't do it again.

What about options? I don't want an apartment. I have a modest home on less than a quarter acre of property. My neighbor's house is 16ft from mine. Some people have bigger. Some people like apartments. Just options, you know? Or should everyone need to live in sense, urban areas? And I say this, the town I live in has about 5500 people/square mile, which is pretty dense. If I drive 10m south it's farms. There's a real variety.

This thread has me questioning my propensity for empathy. I never for a minute imagined, outside of folks with medical issues, that it was a problem. This has me interested. If I were a scientist and not just some guy, I'd study it.

As a kid, I had difficulty, as kids tend to. One day, as others have mentioned, it clicked, and sometimes I have several pills in there at once; e.g., Mucinex 12h, two Sudafed, two ibuprofen is a common combination on the rare occasion I'm sick.

As a kid, I recall practicing on Kraft Deluxe Mac n cheese, swallowing without chewing, and I think, from there, it just kind of developed. So load up on Kraft Deluxe, folks, cheese up that esophagus.

And these goddamn pharma companies putting binders and shit in so you can't medically boof em.

Why fly a kite when you can just pop a pill?

Are you a cat?

Back 15 years ago that was Wednesday night at DaveQuests. If you completed it, he took a Polaroid, put it on the wall. I think there were 60, 70 people, of all shapes and sizes. I knew girls who barely broke 100 who made it through 60m, and guys who were pushing 300 who puked on 60 and so we put an asterisk next to their name.

It got stupid, as things tend to, when hubris came into play, and we thought "why don't we just keep going?" And so every minute, homer Simpson would chime in to remind us, and we just kept it going through the centennial (which is where I tapped out, personally) and then to the double power hour. There were six of us to make centennial, and three made double, and every single one of us would proceed to vomit and black out entirely. So dumb, but you're in your early 20s, people living in a house with five other early 20s, so it was the time and place I guess.