Wrapped in what? There's nothing wrapping that thing. The poor guy looks like he's got a goitre problem. That's the thing that struck me first, but then I see an awful lot of animal junk, sometimes even being used. Horses are the worst in that respect. Some men are called horse hung for a reason.
Yes, and these same guys should be sharing the inches. It’s just greedy to have a Hampton that long.
Left the doctor's office this morning, driving alone, and was three miles down the highway before I remembered I was still wearing my mask. 'New normal', my ass.
I do that alllll the time. Other things masks have made me do, mainly because i have to wear them for 8 to 10 hours straight at work: 1. Glasses out, contact lens in to deal with the fogging. 2. No more ties... i cant breathe with both my mouth and neck restricted. 3. Lots more straw usage so I can crack the mask to take a quick sip instead of removing it to accomodate the brim of the drinking vessel. 4. An added step when I do the pocket check as I move between locations: wallet, keys, phone, smokes, lighter... and a mask!
There should be a "Rage" thread, lol. "Not Happy" seems too tame. I am quietly simmering behind my mask, fighting the urge to become this lil guy
I'm right there with you, @J.T. Woody. I think I just need to scream really loudly for as long as I can.
and I hate that feeling when you hold in the rage-scream and you get all hot and sweaty. Good thing I'm wearing black, because I've got the rage-sweats
....my rage fizzled out to "not happy". So ill just eat ice cream and watch tv. Also not happy that i didnt take the healthier option...
I wrote about 2000 words today. Unfortunately for my creative side they were all basic freshman EFL composition instructions, including about 1100 words on "Common Mistakes." End every sentence with a period. No spaces before periods or commas, one space after. Don't start with "And," "So," "But," or "Or." Make sure every sentence has a verb in it.
I'm not happy, but I wouldn't say I'm unhappy at the moment. The good news is that I can fortunately say nothing existentially dreadful is weighing upon my mind. Rather, there is a small party going on downstairs (6 people) with some of my roommates and I don't really feel like socializing. An antisocial wave hit me by surprise. Now, usually the worst part is that I wouldn't know why. But oddly enough, the worst part is that I think I know why, and I feel ashamed of it. So I'll probably write a longer blog post about it sometime soon. I don't know how to express such things in-person, nor would I want to express such a thing anyway, and even if I did, there's never a time and place regardless. All that's left is either bottling it or letting it out through the semi-anonymity of the internet. However, I can at least say that part of me is glad this is the only thing I'm worried about right now.
I really don't talk about my work, but I will say that Morse code would not be the strangest way I've had an essay submitted.
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You mean to say you haven't yet encountered a student who submitted encoded text as their assignment yet? Converting that back from hex to ascii yields: