GodDAMN, that was amazingly in-depth. I applaud you.

One of the first D&D campaigns I was in, husband did something that had some shit consequences for the group and then changed himself into a cow to try to avoid repercussions. My half-gnome smacked him across the muzzle with a hammer.

Shiiiiiit, my husband and I are the worst to each other in-game. He got no special privileges when I GMed, either, unless you count not braining him with a rulebook when he said something inane as a privilege.

Is our local stripper population more excited or more scared that Winston is coming to town? Strap in, ladies — it’s going to be a weird ride.

37?! In a row?

And you knit? Cheers to you, citizen. I haven’t knit in a few years — I might have gotten burnt out when friends who found out I could knit commissioned me to make Fourth Doctor scarves. Seriously, three in a row. Yikes.

Really, Nike DryFit? I’m a horrible stankbeast when I sweat, so anything that’ll save the olfactory dispositions of those around me is something I need to look into.

Heck yes Chuck Taylors. They’re my favorite lifting shoes (and sometimes I run in them when I forget my running shoes and of course I end up hating myself). I don’t want any heel elevation when I do my squats, yo. And shirts from local breweries, because my other hobby after lifting is drinking beer.

And here, I got the vibe that mom had probably molested him. She was very flirtatious, clingy, acting like she owned him. His face as he was sitting there, smoking in his childhood bedroom, was a face of fear and trauma. And if his mother had molested him, it could explain his impotence because of intimacy or trust…

I have a few, depending on the crowd. If it’s a full house with older people who are a little drunk, I’ll slay them with my rendition of “Rocket Man” in the style of William Shatner. But in a quiet bar, it flops.

Old Navy: That is a trilby, not a fedora, you uncultured swine.

“No amount of vacuuming, air-freshening, laundering, or outright bleaching will banish the insidious juniper reek of feline; a cat house smells like a cat house, and for this we can be grateful, because it lets us know not to go there.”

The sheet of paper is worth a shot. May I ask why you use machines instead of barbells?

I did the grand American road trip eight years ago, and it was glorious.

Intriguing. I can’t find it in the Google Play Store... Is it iOS only?

Ooh. Iron Path? Please tell me more.

Awesome post again, Dick!

Thanks so much for sharing these insights. I’ll admit to reading Kyle’s recap and your response before sitting down to watch the pilot, and I think I’d have honestly been lost when the poor tight end’s home was filled with people he didn’t even know. It’s not a situation I’ve ever been in or even thought of as a…

I wish! I live in the States. But pour one out for me sometime. ;-)