Tank-style undershirt. Tuck them and its practically guaranteed to prevent plumber's crack or that thing where the bottom of your gut hangs out that a lot of fat dudes seem oblivious to.
I stopped attending local MtG events many years ago because of this one cadre of assholes who not only had obnoxious personalities but also smelled like they carried old onions and dog shit in their back pockets.
This reminds me of when I worked in a café years ago. We had this smug woman that would try to correct our pronunciation of French words but say them wrong herself. Croissant for her was "quasant". Cafe au lait was "Caf ah light". She would do that until we hired a Quebecois student from the local college who responded to her corrections with fluent French.
I was really interested in ttrpgs and wargmaming as a kid. My family was poor as hell, though, so buying $40+ books and $300+ Warhammer starter sets wasn't a priority. I would try to create my own but were all proper shit. I at least had fun with process.
I discovered some used Call of Cthulhu books in an antique mall in my mid 20s and realized that I could buy all the stuff I never could get as a kid. I'm 42 now and have two full bookcases of RPGs and a whole pile of grey plastic collecting dust.
I miss DIY culture so much. I grew up impoverished so replacement wasn't always an option for us. I learned basic household repair and electronics just by watching the adults in my family do appliance repairs or tinker with old radio equipment.
Knowing and experiencing a disconnected world is one of the few things I wouldn't give up from childhood. I was enamored with the Internet when popular adoption began in the mid to late 90s but it was a separate world that you could actually exit. I could still communicate with peers and friends without this layer of memes and affected irony between us.
I managed to stumble into traditional home ownership by sheer dumb luck and its not the great achievement talking heads make it out to be. Its done more to make me hate the commodification of what should be a basic human right more than the year or so I spent homeless as a kid.
You get told by everyone that its the ultimate signifier of financial security and independence but all I found was a more insidious method of capitalist exploitation. Losing an apartment to rent hikes or eviction eats serious shit but I always managed to bounce back enough to secure another place before my ass was tossed to the pavement. I get my house forclosed on or lose it in a freak accident and I'm not only homeless by also financially ruined in a manner that would take a decade or more to recover from.
Tank-style undershirt. Tuck them and its practically guaranteed to prevent plumber's crack or that thing where the bottom of your gut hangs out that a lot of fat dudes seem oblivious to.
I stopped attending local MtG events many years ago because of this one cadre of assholes who not only had obnoxious personalities but also smelled like they carried old onions and dog shit in their back pockets.
That face is what it looks like when you're trying to figure out how much you need to drink later to forget this happened.
"We don't have Cosmos or NOVA but we do have a complete collection of Ancient Aliens and whatever bullshit Graham Hancock peddling at the moment."
High school was rough for you, wasn't it?
This reminds me of when I worked in a café years ago. We had this smug woman that would try to correct our pronunciation of French words but say them wrong herself. Croissant for her was "quasant". Cafe au lait was "Caf ah light". She would do that until we hired a Quebecois student from the local college who responded to her corrections with fluent French.
Honestly, bro, why do you even care? Being a smug prick over insignificant shit like this is exactly the kind of asshole behavior OP is posting about.
A lot of people come here because they hate what Reddit has become without acknowledging that their shitty Redditor behavior is part of the problem.
Seriously. Imagine having a sincere interest in anything. Cringe, amirite?
I was really interested in ttrpgs and wargmaming as a kid. My family was poor as hell, though, so buying $40+ books and $300+ Warhammer starter sets wasn't a priority. I would try to create my own but were all proper shit. I at least had fun with process.
I discovered some used Call of Cthulhu books in an antique mall in my mid 20s and realized that I could buy all the stuff I never could get as a kid. I'm 42 now and have two full bookcases of RPGs and a whole pile of grey plastic collecting dust.
Because everyone loves dogs.
The power of Christ compelled her to swallow hog.
This is why you don't trust a dipshit who paints everything in his home gold with public projects.
I miss DIY culture so much. I grew up impoverished so replacement wasn't always an option for us. I learned basic household repair and electronics just by watching the adults in my family do appliance repairs or tinker with old radio equipment.
Knowing and experiencing a disconnected world is one of the few things I wouldn't give up from childhood. I was enamored with the Internet when popular adoption began in the mid to late 90s but it was a separate world that you could actually exit. I could still communicate with peers and friends without this layer of memes and affected irony between us.
A piglet like George Santos believing he's intimidating is the funniest shit I've read all week.
I'm pretty sure we're all dead and this is Hell.
Ew, Gnome.
My dog shows her teeth all the time. Her lips get stuck on them.
I managed to stumble into traditional home ownership by sheer dumb luck and its not the great achievement talking heads make it out to be. Its done more to make me hate the commodification of what should be a basic human right more than the year or so I spent homeless as a kid.
You get told by everyone that its the ultimate signifier of financial security and independence but all I found was a more insidious method of capitalist exploitation. Losing an apartment to rent hikes or eviction eats serious shit but I always managed to bounce back enough to secure another place before my ass was tossed to the pavement. I get my house forclosed on or lose it in a freak accident and I'm not only homeless by also financially ruined in a manner that would take a decade or more to recover from.