dual clutch auto in a sports car. can be really really good but still, if gas fueled sports car, should have three pedals.
I went on one of those rides that lifts you in the air, then drops you until you reach the bottom. Never again. Couldn’t sleep for weeks after that.
Cocaine. It was VERY fun. I fucking loved it.
I haven’t touched it since. I just knew the hole it would lead me down.
Gave birth.
Yup. One-and-done.
I went to a Young Life gathering to try and meet people at uni freshman year. The first one was a slightly awkward BBQ at someone’s off campus house. The second was on campus event that dropped off into that Uncanny Valley of mormon-like sing-alongs and activities.
My buddy and I surveyed the room, felt the hair on the back of our necks prickle, and we got out of there.
If you’ve seen Heretic or The Endless, it gave off those religious vibes. Too happy/smiley. Too weirdly perfect. Everyone talking about volunteering at kids camps over the summer and how fulfilling it was.
Like, I’m glad that people found something they liked. But it wasn’t people talking about real stuff, like their awesome mountain biking adventure over the summer, or volunteering overseas to rescue animals, or even getting over alcoholism. It was all hyper religious forced positivity, and this is coming from someone who grew up religious.
Paintball.
Took a hit directly on the neck the first time I tried it. Had a big sun shaped yellow and purple bruise on my neck for weeks.
Pass.
Bungee jumping.
I didn’t even want to do it to begin with, I just got in the wrong line for the big waterslide at Manteca Waterslides and said “fuck it, why not?”
Hated it. And this was in a special location, with a giant air bag under you. I can’t imagine base jumping from a bridge or on the side of a mountain of something. 😨
My ex-partner and I started skydiving together. They loved it, I was indifferent. Since I was indifferent, I dropped out, 'cuz that shit’s expensive. My partner kept doing it.
One of the people we did ground school with–that’s the classes you have to take before you do your first solo jump–died base jumping about 3 years later. In 3 years, he’d accumulated well over 1000 jumps. Nice guy. Always chasing a thrill though.
I got a jump for my 18th birthday and was really looking forward to it. It was a jump from a crane over a lake and you would dip your head in the water at the lowest point. The jump itself was ok but nothing I’d want to repeat in itself but once I reached the lowest point and the rebound hit me, my head felt like it was about to explode. I felt horrible for the next few hours plus my hair was wet from the dip. Thanks, just no thanks.
Anal(probably)
No me gusto poopoo en mi peepee
Oral sex is a high-end sports car; it can be incredibly impressive based on the driver. Vaginal is a luxury sedan. A handjob is public transit; it gets you there eventually, but eh.
Anal is the jeep of sex. Yeah you might get dirty, it’s a little rough, but some people just love off-roading in their jeep. And if that’s what they’re into, then they’re probably really into it.
chewing tobacco. don’t get me wrong, I love cigarettes (not a “smoker,” I don’t keep a pack around), and pipes, but I got so sick the one time I chewed… and it lasts hours, unlike the cigarette headrush.
In a similar manner, I’ve spent the last two years being addicted to snus (Swedish tobacco pouches you put under your lip). Finally quit using it during Christmas and holy hell I’ve regained so much energy. Never again.
Regained energy? Please elaborate.
Used to be tired all the time and sometimes nauseous and I just haven’t felt like this since I quit. Guessing my body was shit at handling nicotine.
dang! good for you!
A couple years ago I was out hunting with a friend and we saw a porcupine. My dad had always told me they were delicious and it was in season so I took my shot. Once we had the meat I thought I would take the hide home and harvest the quills.
Good. Lord. Porcupines are filthy creatures. I had a Rubbermaid full of soapy water and I was pulling the quills and guard hairs out and then trying to wash them free of literal shit.
But basically all I was doing was shit-needle acupuncture all over my hands. I was sure I was gonna end up with some sort of porcupine aids or something.
I spent a good 3-4 hours trying to clean the largest of the quills and guard hairs, and then I said fuck it. Took my fistfull of “clean” quills and put the rest in a few old paper bags and into the green bin.
I found quills in my clothes almost a year later. While visiting a friends house in jeans I had NOT been wearing, while out ice fishing (in the bibs I wore), in my sock one day.
I’m sure there aren’t that many people on here that have been considering taking a porcupine and trying to weave/craft with its quills. But please, don’t do it.
I need to go right now and wash the few quills I received from a porcupine zoo experience. They keep quills that are shed and hand a few out to folks. Poop acupuncture, omg. Since you appear to have survived, your poop antibodies must be off the charts now. 😅
I’m basically invisible.
I should have just gone to your zoo… I ended up with maybe 40 quills or something, my friends collection from pulling them out of her horse and dog is bigger…
But was the porcupine delicious?
Very sadly, it was not. I’m not sure if it was my fault, the prep or what. I do eat all sorts of wild game that I’ve hunted or salvaged. I love squirrel and pigeon, I’ve eaten road kill deer, bear, moose, goose… Cotton tail and snowshoe hare… Wild Turkey… Basically if it’s made of meat I’ll give it a go. Still waiting to try raccoon and beaver, which I do wonder if they won’t share some similarities…
But I found it very unpleasant. Raw the meat was so… gelatinous? Delicate? Like pressing with a finger would leave a sad dent. It spread out on the cutting board like gravity was too much for it.
We did it as taco meat so I just threw it in the instant pot with onions and maybe some chili spices I can’t recall… it had that skunky gameyness that I’ve started to associate with older animals and poorly handled meat. She may have been a great Grammama but the meat was well cared for and eaten fresh.
We shredded and ate it on tortillas with onions and homemade salsas. My sister and brother in law didn’t mind it and my partner said it was ok but I’ve sworn them off for now. They are very charming creatures so it’s not all bad.
I’ve been informed by a relative that had partaken in eating one, that the meat of a porcupine is mostly flavorless on its own.
I had porcupine when I was a kid. I found it gross, the meat smells gross and it’s super gamey. Was cooked by my grandparents who are native and hunted all their lives so it wasn’t cooked wrong or not cleaned, I just thought it was gross.
Unrelated but moose meat is the best meat in existence IMO. I could eat that every day for the rest of my life and die with a smile on my face.
I had a moose meat burger, it was the softest burger I ever ate
Moose meat is so good. I’ve had a few supplies over the years. A neighbour got a roadkill once, and a friend’s dad hunted one, but he doesn’t hunt anymore.
I’d love to go get a moose, but I don’t have anyone in my social circles who hunt, and you basically have to have a party to hunt moose in Ontario.
I gotta say I love deer and moose, but black bear is surprisingly good. I smoked some honey black bear hams from my last bear and ma.gawd. Only downside to bear is it’s like pork, can’t have it rare.
Snow skiing. After about the 50th time falling over I said “I’m not enjoying this at all,” took off my skis, and enjoyed the rest of the day not falling over.
I tried to watch an episode of The Big Bang Theory once 🤢
—sees a woman in a game store—
“Ummmm is she lost?” —scoff—
—laugh track plays—
Unironically actually in the show.
My father got big into that show. Destroyed his ability to hold a conversation, because Every. Single. Fucking. Thing. You. Say. To. Him. "Reminds me of this thing that happened on Big Bang Theory where Sheldon…
He’s got a litany of shitty sitcoms he can’t just fucking stop with. “Character says something.” laugh track “Well other character says sumn else!” laugh track. “Maternal and/or love interest character walks across room, touches character’s arm, says something about feelings.” canned manufactured pindrop silence “Character says sumn else!” laugh track
Fuck your ventricles.
The laugh track.
It ruins so. Many. Shows.
I mean … maybe I’m wrong here. But if you wrote actual funny things, I’d laugh. Idk. I’m probably wrong.
Oddly, though, you can’t just cut it out from shows that have it, especially if they actually film in front of a live audience, though even those with canned laughter are playing in the same sandbox. The pacing and the vibe gets completely thrown off because the writers and actors have to account for the laughs, and it becomes eerie without them. It’s a different style of making TV that’s seeking a different type of reaction from the TV audience, and has different limitations. Understanding that can let you enjoy the best examples of the form (admittedly almost all 20 years old or more). Stock characters slinging zingers and potentially doing pratfalls can be amusing (though the form has a direct lineage to radio shows so it tends to be light but verbal – the physicality is a huge part of what made I Love Lucy groundbreaking), but it doesn’t shine when trying to do cringe, nuance, dramedy, or densely packed humor.
This is not to say that you should watch The Big Bang Theory. You should not. It’s awful. The easy tropes and low cost of production (other than stars’ salaries if a show takes off) means that so much garbage has been done in this format, I daresay higher than single-camera “movie style” shows. It’s just that it’s not quite so simple as “write more funnier.”
IMO, it’s almost like telling a musical theater writing team that their play would be better if the characters weren’t constantly breaking into song. For the record, my instincts and tastes leave me sympathetic to that last point, so I just don’t watch many musicals, live or recorded. It’s not that they’re bad; the appeal is just lost on me. Same with multi-cam sitcoms with laugh-tracks.
MASH is one of the best TV shows ever made and that has a laugh track through most of it, although I’ve heard it aired in Europe without it and was mostly better for it, but that is the show that first started challenging the need for a laugh track in the first place and successfully ditched it when they went harder into dramedy.
I stopped watching TV when my favourite channel lost access to several shows and turned into a TBBT re-run channel. Four. Fucking. Episodes. Every day. The series looped about once every two months.
I gave up on television sometime around the end of Stargate SG-1, somewhere in the middle of Eureka!.
It was right around then that only the 24 hour news networks were what they said they were; there was no Sci-Fi on SyFy, no history on History, no music on MTV, no discovery on Discovery…adult prime time television was going to the humorless “gritty realism” phase, and the only topic anyone would smalltalk about was Game of Thrones.
To this day I watch basically nothing but Youtube.
It’s been so many years for me too. Can’t even remember when I actively watched TV. If I try to watch some today, I’m immediately put off by the amount of ads and all that reality garbage, that has surprisingly little to do with actual reality. Can’t we just call that low production value trash instead?
I even tried some of the official apps these channels have, and they were about as awful. The good thing is, you can DNS filter the ads on your tablet, so at least you can watch without being constantly interrupted. Sadly, that still didn’t address the underlying issue of finding worth watching. Some documentaries and movies were ok though.
i went to subway recently… the sandwich place. holy hell what a pile of expensive dogshit.
Maybe next time try the expensive tuna instead of dogshit.
When you could get $5 foot longs it was worth it. But sammiches are like $15 now.
And then I read once there is so much sugar in the bread that in Europe it would be considered cake.
Trust a christian.
Imagine being taught that when you think, that voice in your head is god speaking. Now understand that ANYTHING god says or does is righteous…never trust a christian indeed. Its literally induced schizophrenia and narcissism.
You guys were taught that it was god?? I was taught it was always satan or some lesser demon lying to me.
I don’t have a voice but that sounds scary. Are all Christians taught that? I’ve never heard of that.
I don’t think they’re all taught that, I think my church was just paranoid and insane, tbh.
And they never outright said it was the entire “voice”, but that pointed to so many individual things, I felt like it was. It was easier to reject any kind of negative emotions or complicated thoughts or unfamiliar opinions as some kind of outside attack than to really sit with them.
I guess it’s not really relevant to the conversation at hand, other than pointing out that christians can be all different types of dysfunctional :p
Remember when they crucified their own lord and savor. Honestly this one is kinda on you bro.
Tbf he was crucified by romans of unspecified religion. Also he got better.
John 18:28-40
Sorry buddy but ya wrongI have not read a Bible beyond Genesis, would appreciate an actual quote rather than just the citation.
I think he’s saying that because the original cult would have considered themselves Jewish the Pharisees (understood within the text to be the contemporary Jewish theocratic leadership but it’s a bit more complex in reality) arguing for his execution are basically the same thing as Christians.
Which is dumb.
I assume he lost the context of the argument or wasn’t raised in… Any Abrahamic faith because wow.
Technically, I guess this was twice, but <HankHill>the mari-hwanas</HankHill>.
Smoked a little in a perfectly lovely part of Amsterdam with my wife, who importantly is NOT a chronic overthinker who was raised by uptight Southern-fried Mormons, but I just immediately got paranoid and was obsessed with the likelihood that two random Dutch guys were staring at me and planning something bad. The fact that ten years later I still think it was possible they were eyeing us, while she is completely dismissive, tells me I do not need to be smoking pot.
Also tried some edibles in the hotel room, but that just made me sleepy with nothing particularly fun happening, though admittedly nothing bad happened either. Very “Meh.”
Yeah, that happens sometimes. It happened to me the 2nd or 3rd time I ever smoked pot. Hasn’t happened since. I’m a very, very irregular smoker though, and don’t smoke much more than just enough to feel a mild buzz.
I’ve got a batch of edibles in the freezer–I made some brownies for my partner–but apparently you aren’t supposed to use a whole ounce in a small pan of brownies? IDK, apparently they’re a bit on the strong side.
I’ve heard many times that “alcohol is worse than smoking pot” or “they’re about the same”, depending on who you ask. Never smoked pot, so I can’t speak from experience there, but booze never caused me any of the weird stuff I read about smoking.
Sure, drink a lot, and you you will run into some nasty problems. Also seems to hold true for the people who smoke way too much. I know some people who have been smoking for years, and their brains are clearly fried to a crisp. Then again, if they had been drinking instead, who knows how bad it would have been. Probably very bad.
However, smoking once can apparently have some unexpected results, whereas drinking once… Well, if you have just a few drinks, you should be relatively fine. If you drink a lot, you’ll wake up the next morning in someone else’s house with a stolen traffic sign next to you. Oh, and the Unexplained Party Injuries, embarrassing photos, hangover etc. Now don’t get me wrong, there are some serious downsides.
It’s just that smoking seems to have some truly bizarre downsides. Maybe it’s all about how much you smoke.
