My commute is 20 minutes of curvy back roads. No traffic. Some farms and livestock, some forest. The roads get too much heavy truck use to be safe for cycling, but it’s a really nice drive.

Yep, my alarm is set for 3:30 tomorrow, I’m already in bed :'(

The guy is not wrong. I have dozens of HDDs but he’s talking about an actual hard drive. I also have a wife, 3 1/2 kids and my dog just died. I’ve seen some shit.

It’s the ASSMAHN

Murica!!

I watched like 90% of the show and I’ve still never seen the end and I don’t care.

I’d rather see protests against the flock cameras. They’re a bigger threat to freedom.

I feel the same. I’m up early because I have to be. But I do not want to be.

I’m usually up way before sunrise because of work schedules. When I go camping, I stay up WAY later because I love to sit in the dark by a campfire. But clearly your results may vary.

My wife has to be at work before 5 every day. We need to keep making our mortgage payment because paying off our shitty house is our best hope at maybe at least a partial retirement before I die. If the house is paid off, and I’m able to collect social security, maybe I’ll be able to be able to only work part time. I have no retirement funds

So we’re both up around 4 every day. And in bed between 8 & 9p. If you just get up early every day because you have to, at some point you’re too tired to stay up late. The answer is necessity and responsibility.

I actually agree with the sentiment of this post even though there are obvious exceptions. Your character doesn’t change when you’re drunk, just your inhibitions. So yeah, getting drunk reminds me I can be an asshole and probably I want to be more often than I do.

But you know what I’ve never done while even blackout drunk? I’ve never cheated on my wife. Because I don’t want to do that. I’ve had crazy hot women ask me to hook up and I was too drunk to even say, sorry I’m married. All I could get out was naww.

I’ve felt bad because I have seen devistation in the face of young women being blown off by an older dude but I was too drunk to express myself. I was also probably too drunk to be a great lover at that time, so maybe I did them a favor. But when you’re that drunk and the next morning all you can remember is destroying the ego of a skinny 25 year old, you know you didn’t imagine it.

Is this less? Lass?

Clearly they’ve never heard of the cannonball run.

Surprise Cincinnati reference. I’m here right now.

Where I live there are neither. The roads are not walkable, and there is no public transport. I would be happy if they were walkable. I’ll never see buses here as long as I live. They are separate things.

I know you’re not lying but I didn’t own a bong until '92.

For me the bong hits were more in the 90s, it was more pipes or joints before that. People talking on the phone all day was more of a '70s and '80s thing. Non-stop busy signal. And then later we added modems to the same line.

I hated the phone back then too.

There are very few with continuous testicular pain for up to a year, and that group usually also experiences reduced erection quality. That’s the 2%

The smaller 1% experience pain for the rest of their lives. And again, reduction or complete loss of the ability to have quality erections.

I’m somewhere in the middle of those two. Just over a year of nonstop pain, I had pretty much accepted I’d never live without it. But then it went away. It still comes back occasionally, but it isn’t nonstop. And my erections aren’t what they used to be, they vary from completely awful to maybe 90% at best. I got my vasectomy at 35.

There are people who have to get it done a second time, but that wasn’t me. I’d rather not live anymore or never have sex again than do that again.

Whenever you have any procedure/surgery, they’ll give you percentage chances of certain side effects. It might be 90% had none,5% something minor, 2% really bad and 1% worse than you would want to imagine. Obviously the percentages and side effects vary based on what procedure they’re doing. But my vasectomy did not go well.