I’ve been lucky, and never had a bad experience in quite that way (other than overhearing and misunderstanding my friends, thinking they were discussing embarrassing stories about me when in fact they were talking about someone else entirely). However, an old friend of mine had an exceedingly bad reaction once, and…

“In PORTRAIT mode?!?! You get the tar and feathers, I’ll get the torches! Wait, no, not the tiki torches, this ain’t that kinda party... You know what, just hold on a minute, people will probably get the wrong idea and think we’re protesting a Confederate statue or something. Wait, what? Anti-protesting a Confederate…

A friend of mine was going through a messy divorce (still going through, actually, but that’s neither here nor there) and she felt like venting about all of her shitty husband’s antics. One of the little gems that came out of that conversation was the screwed-up family situation he came from. (I’ll make up some names…

Damned if you aren’t correct on that one! It never even occurred to me.

One DM and 2 PCs is totally fine. That’s the way I started, in fact, way back in the day (late 80s/early 90s) with my brother and the kid who lived across the street. I gave them two characters each, and it was such a success they each added another before long. That went fine too, so they each added another, and then…

“Dude, I shkrellied so much last night that I, like, burned off a bunch of layers of skin in my throat. This morning for breakfast I drank a big glass of lemonade before I could think about it, and I almost passed out from the pain.”

Add to the pile of weird Kinja shit: every time I star a post I like, the number goes down by one! It’s like Kinja is calling me a loser and I’m sucking the fun out of the party just by showing interest in it. Is it just me?

If you have some time to kill, I’d highly recommend driving along Hwy 20 in the eastern part of OR. It’s all winding mountain passes and no cities at all for hours. It would be treacherous as fuck if there was snow and ice on those roads, but during nice weather it is stunningly beautiful.

So why in the Hell is a (likely) spambot out of the greys? I don’t get it.

Uwe Boll

What. A. Shock.

I’m weird; I actually started smoking the day I turned 18. And quit the day I turned 30 (though I was never a heavy smoker, quarter-to-a-third of a pack a day mostly).

“Hey man, I quit smoking every day! See me putting out this cig right now? That’s me quitting right now!”

But that’s not my business.

My brother and his girlfriend threw a gender reveal party (inside of a cake) and neither of them knew going into it what the result would be. The weird thing was that they held a “vote” beforehand - guests were asked to put a token into a jar or something to decide if the baby would be a boy or a girl. Maybe we were…

So true. A friend of mine, who is a lesbian, has mentioned that she will refuse to go down on her partner for days after she eats anything with garlic in it.

You made a wise choice. I moved around some when I was younger (San Francisco, New Orleans, New York, even smalltown Montana) to get some perspective, but Minneapolis is where I choose to call my home. The winters can be brutal, sure, but that’s only so we can truly appreciate days like today.

I recognized 11 of them, and own albums by 3 of them. My use of the word “album” obviously betrays the fact that I am over 40.

Say what you want about ephebophilia... at least it’s an ethos.