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It means that I’m just a guy living my truth brœther. No more no less

I once had a pet snail when I was a little kid. I found him outside one day and brought him inside. I put him on my shelf in my bedroom. I was very surprised the following morning to find that he had moved to the next shelf down. It kinda freaked me out so I put him back outside.

My mom is a tech literate echo chamber lmao

PLEASE DRINK ME

She nasty. I like it

Imma be pissed at the universe. Could have had a lambo, instead im just broke. Get me on that wealthy will.

Thats interesting. I am one of those people who assumed the job was pretty much just coding all day on some team project. What does your day to day routine look like?

She looks so fucking good right there. Just submitting her hole out in the open

My brother did this to me once. Not because I was trying to fuck by touching his food, he did it just to fuck with me.

Hey Tungsten5, watch this

Punches the fuck out of my macdons burger, flattening it

He also pulled the same line before doing burnout in my car.

Its a remake of my back muscles which, coincidently, are bigger than your mom

This meeds to be re-truthed for the world to hear

I’ve killed animals prior to that event, but it was for hunting (but yeah Im no expert at all, I mostly shot small game and once hogs but I still wasn’t too sure of what I was doing). This cat was trapped in a cage and not happy about it. I can’t remember if it was a pellet gun or actual firearm but it was a .22 (my father used both .22 pellet guns and firearms when on his property). Either way he told me to just take it out back and shoot it through the cage. I tried to line up the barrel right to the back of its head with the intent of one shot and hes dead. But right as I pulled the trigger the cat moved and I just shot it in the face. It was really hard to shoot it anywhere meaningful while it was jumping around and screaming in there. Hence 4 more shots of my desperately trying to end its suffering. I really like cats so I didnt want it to suffer so much. I wanted it to be fast and painless. But this was the start of my fathers ‘swimming school’ as he called. When he came to the back yard to find me he saw the mess I made and his solution was to tie a rope to the cage and toss it into the river running through our backyard. He hold the rope as to not lose the cage. After some time the cat drowned and my dad left the body in the river. As he caught more cats he just stuck with his ‘swimming school’. It wasn’t until after the first cat died that we found out it was the neighbors cat. He would let his cat out at night. My father told me to not saying anything to the neighbor so I didn’t.

I would like to learn to butcher and clean, it seems like a useful skill but not one that is in my family so I never learned. Your take on it seems sensible, I like it. Much better than drowning cats

Yeah I know. But thats how he is

Thats it. All this woke shit is ruining the country. Put him on the cross for this one

Really? Thats pretty cool fr. Is that offered to dissuade people from pouring it down the drain?

I think the people should be allowed to have guns within reason. What I mean by ‘within reason’ is that no civilian should be able to own something ridiculous like an RPG. I don’t believe that to be an unreasonable demand. Though I must say, it would be cool to use one.

I came here to say this. Often times the pop ups are so bad that I just leave the site. Its almost never worth it

Story time:

My father loves to sell shit online. He always has ever since I was a little kid. He is really good at ‘wheelin n dealin’ with people. I used to always think he could just shit in a can and manage to sell it to some dope online for a living.

He started selling on craigslist and ebay in the early days but has since moved to other platforms such as fb market place. One day, he decided to sell an electric rototiller on market place. I forgot what the listing price was but I do remember it being a reasonable price. I was sitting with him on his porch when he recieved a very low ball offer from a college student for it. My father became very upset over it as, according to him, low ballers have become very prevalent. He told me that he was sick of dealing with low ballers so he decided to go on google and find the address to an abandoned farm in the middle of nowhere. It was a little over an hour (maybe 1.5hrs) away from the low baller by car. He gave the address to the low baller and told him to swing by and pick it up. For some reason the low baller thought he would need a uhaul for taking it (it was very small, not a full size rototiller so it could easily fit in a regular car) so he rented one and set out for the farm.

My fathers plan was to wait until the guy was about half way to the farm (my father told the low baller to let him know when he was on his way so my father would have time to get it ready) and then call the low baller and explain to him that he shouldn’t be a low baller and that the address is fake. So I guess my father wanted to teach him a lesson about respect. Well my father forgot to call the guy. So the low baller drove all the way to the farm for nothing. When the low baller called my father, my father told him that he shouldnt low ball like that and he gets what he deserves. My father then hung up on him. This guy kept calling my father non stop to yell at him. He even called from different phone numbers when my father stopped picking up the phone. The dude was pissed. He kept going on (otp) about how my father screwed him as he was a poor college student who spent a lot of money on a uhaul. Eventually the low baller stopped calling.

Maybe next time: dont low ball

This reminds me of the time my father wanted to rid the neighborhood of stray cats as he read up on how they can be destructive to the local environment. As a direct result of this, I killed my neighbors cat after shooting it a few times in the head (I didn’t know it was my neighbors cat). My father told me to do it. I was about 17 at the time.

You shouldn’t pour it down the drain for obvious reasons but putting it in a jar is weird af. Is there some actual reason for the jar that I don’t know? Whenever I have to do the dishes and there is a lot of grease in a pan I just put a few papertowels (if needed) in the trash and pour the grease in there. When I’m done with the dishes I take the trash out.