Lived there for aout 15 years, and moved around in August 09 to Tennessee. The year we got to TN, they had heat advisories to like crazy because it was going to be 80 whole degrees! We should have figured out then just how unprepared we were for Winter. That first winter was one of the worst since moving here, and oh my God, I did not expect it. Haha

I do seriously miss Virginia, though. It’s not where I’m from originally, but Hampton Roads is where I think of when I think of home.

I’m not there anymore, but I grew up in Newport News and Portsmouth! God I want to move back so badly l{lol

He was dictating

This would fully work on me. Especially if he replaced the drink, because obviously I’m not drinking that lol

In that case, I think you did a good job. Though I’d probably have place Ike higher. He looks like he has a soul to me. A weird one. Like a soul that buys used undies from vending machines lol

Really depends. The title says it’s by how much it looks like they have a soul behind them eyes. W looks like he’s got one. And that’s what made him as dangerous as he was. “I wanna have a beer with the man!”

Go have a fucking beer with him, then, but don’t give him access to the fucking oval Office!

Apparently I’ve been 20 years ahead of the curve. I didn’t call it bed rotting (ew) I called it “fucking depressed leave me alone”

I get both, and I don’t even have the necessary equipment

For some reason, my client messed up today and the images go with all the wrong posts. When I first say the image, it was a great moment:

You may be more familiar with the clinical name, Crotch Lego

possum kingdom intensifies

I’m fully aware that orangutans aren’t our closest relatives, and that our of Asia is pretty well debunked… But I swear to God, every time I see one of them fuckers I think “hello, grandfather! Teach me the ways of the forest!” Lol. I feel a kinship to them that I just don’t with other great apes (except maybe bonobos), and it makes me wish they were our closest relatives. … And also that I had some kind of scifi helmet I could give them to make them smarter and give them language so they could tell us to fuck off and leave their habitats alone

That is fucking genius

… Twinky Dom you way?

I’ve got a bear physique, and I can protect you in an apocalypse so long as you don’t mind living in the middle of nowhere and eating a lot of mushrooms. I’m particularly good at growing mushrooms, tomatoes, potatoes, and any form of squash or zucchini

I am also very handy with tools, and can crochet and needle point!

Oh, good idea!

Idk if strains are, like, universified or whatever, but there’s this one strain of CBD we used to order from laughing lion in CO called Chem Dawg. Best shit ever. It felt like what smoking felt like when I was a teenager. It was pretty awesome. I’ll bet a 90/10 mix of that and some actual weed would be awesome!

When I was 16, my buddies each bought an ounce of weed for my birthday party. 3 ounces of weed, like 7 of us partying total. Smoked it all that night.

Was named beyond belief, but no adverse effects. Just super stoned and having a great time.

I take 2 hits off my buddy’s fucking high tech ruby dab thingamabob and I am so fucking high that I hate life and I want to die

God, I wish I was the type of person who could afford to leave my town, much less my country. :/

I miss the cheap ass ditch weed of my youth. My tolerance is insanely low. One hit of anything nowadays and I’m too stoned and hate it :(

Seconding the other person. I am deeply curious about learning about Cuba, whether you currently live there or not. I understand if you don’t want to talk openly because of flame wars in comment sections, but I’d love to DM, or move the conversation to a different community if needed.

I once dreamt that a house in my neighborhood was used as a filming location for a movie, and that whoopie Goldberg was in it. When the movie was over, she had developed agoraphobia, and could not bring herself to leave. I took care of her, along with her sister, and eventually married her. We were married for 35 years. I know this sounds insane, but I swear to you, it lasted 35 years in that dream, for years, I could remember it like a second life. When I woke up I grieved.

I was 11 years old, and 2 years later we moved into that same house.

There was also the much less cool dream I had in early 2001, where we took a trip to NYC, and when we got to this big bridge, soldiers made us turn around, and the air was filled with ash and smoke, and the soldier told us “New York is closed”

At the time I kept a dream journal and wrote that one down. No one believed me when 9/11 happened until I showed my parents the journal