Yeah, I had a similar reaction. I felt like I might legitimately puke when I saw his rope hooked on that little nub.

I feel you, unfortunately. That shit is such a turn-off for me. If the woman takes 50 loads? Ok, I can get down with that, but if she gags one time, I’m done. Moving on to something else. So off-putting.

Yes :’(

There’s not that much forced sodomy in prison. Plenty of better-looking guys who don’t mind as much, or so I’ve been told. I mean, the dude ain’t exactly easy on the eyes, after all.

You were dead-on with your assessment, I believe. I’m late with this comment just as I was late in watching this show. But goddamn, was it great, and I feel pangs of guilt for not watching it while it originally aired. Since I discovered it, I’ve been proselytizing about it’s greatness to anyone who’ll listen, and now…

I feel the same way, being born in ‘79. But on the other hand, I don’t have a single friend who was born before 1983... and now I feel like a desperate old man who can’t even make friends with folks from his own generation, much less anyone the same age.

Code 10-00

I saw SP sometime in the early aughts at the Carolina Coliseum in Columbia SC (2000-2002, probably). Billy had on this stupid Dracula-like cape with a collar(?) that rose above his head. The arena was probably 75% empty, and the show was... not great.

More applicable, at least in my mind, is the fact that AR-15s, and assault rifles in general, make it much easier to rack up much higher body counts.

I really like that cover... right up until the chorus. Something about it just falls flat for me.

Nope, not me. I now have the exact opposite fear.

I read about that many, many years ago, but I’ve always been afraid that I’d break something if I tried it.

I was in the same boat right up until I hit 34. I never grew a full beard (too itchy), but I always kept a healthy stubble, at least. I started working at a bar when I was 28, but I later found out most of my coworkers thought I was a 21 year old college kid. That pissed me off so much.

Green olives? Really? Fuck! In that case, I think I may need to see a doctor ASAP.

I was on a road trip with my girlfriend the first time I heard that song, and we were both cracking up, thinking it was some sort of joke song or parody. It wasn’t until much, much later that I realized it was not a joke song or parody, and I felt confused and hurt and angry.

As another Veteran, I say it sucked.

My experience was always the opposite. Adderall, more often than not, makes me want to have sex (or at least jerk off), but stimulants ruin my junk. Painfully ironic, in the Alanis Morissette sense.

I’m all too familiar with this phenomenon. Sometimes, it’s so bad that even my nutsack will shrink up to the point that my testicles have nowhere to go but inside my body. Very unnerving, especially the first time it happened.

Ahh ha! So I wasn’t losing my mind after all! Thanks for clearing that up. Much appreciated.

I remember spending a good deal of time with it (something like 50 hours), so I had to have liked it a fair amount. The ending, though, was such a god-awful letdown that it tainted my entire perception of the game. So yeah, I can’t remember it as anything other than a bad game.