I have to agree with this one. I acknowledge that feet are indeed connected to genitalia via nerves, but I highly, highly doubt that’s the reason that viewing a woman’s bare feet makes some men horny. I don’t think the foot fetish is about her and/or her nerves or pleasure at all. It’s a simple matter of getting to see an often delicate looking body part that is usually concealed, and being allowed to interact with them in a sexual way. I’m more of a butt/thighs/hips guy, myself.

I think of this meme often. My wife and I recently bought a house in a quiet cul-de-sac of a safe older neighborhood. My daughter went from spending most of her time indoors (because there was fuck all for her to do or go, and surrounding streets were busy) to spending probably 75% of her time outside, whether playing with friends or flipping rocks in my garden to look for bugs. It’s wild how much a child’s interests change when their environment actually provides them the green spaces they need.

I hate that in most places (at least here in North America) parks, trails, and other green spaces are just an afterthought, when we should be planning our neighborhoods around them. But hey, you can’t squeeze another cheap manufactured home in between these two other densely packed manufactured homes if there are empty spots for trees and nature.

I am pleased with the city I live in for leaving so much of our forest and river valleys intact. We have an elaborate trail system weaving throughout the entirety of our city, all interconnected, and any time additional roads to ease congestion are proposed, people vote them down in favor of protecting the bands of forest and dealing with traffic. Only the worst people I’ve known are voting yes to bulldozing chunks of it for the sake of an easier commute.

When I was much younger I had heard for the first time a swan circling the shore of my lake in the dead of night. It was this eerie swooshing sound, like huge wings, accompanied by the weirdest nasally grunting. This thing circled the entire lake multiple times, but I could see nothing in the dark.

Now, I was probably just high, as I usually was during that period, but I remember taking to social media to ask if anyone else had “heard something weird flying around the lake” the night before. Unfortunately, people thought I was talking about a UFO, and I wound up being ridiculed for it.

It took me years before I had finally witnessed a swan doing the same thing in the light of day, and was able to finally drop my half-baked fear that Nosferaru had been taking to the skies at night in my lake community.

They’re putting woke in the sky and turnin’ the birds gay!

Can confirm. I moved from the US to Canada nearly ten years ago, and it’s been approximately that long since I found a cop’s presence intimidating. I don’t ever feel like the RCs are out to get me.

I’m with you on this one. I don’t support the corrupt/abusive actions of many police, but people who bitch and moan about being targeted for speeding and/or driving like assholes fucking deserve it. Now sure, getting popped for going just slightly over is garbage, but those aren’t the drivers or the incidents I’m talking about. There’s a weird sentiment among a lot of drivers that traffic laws are just arbritray and optional. I will always cheer for police who catch the worst of them, and I wish it happened more often.

You can tell because he has about a half-pound of deli ham in a bag beneath the table.

You know, it absolutely does. It does look like him…

https://youtu.be/H6wl-EyhXl0

I thought this was a filthy paintball mask.

This guy gets it… o7

Slap G5 dirty drags on that bad boy and it’ll be in Andromeda by Monday.

Didn’t even know this album existed. Will have to check it out.

Scrungus is my favorite, but he is absolutely not a friend. He is a menace.

Bottom needs a gamer chair to prove that he’s a gamer. A gamer games 45% better with a gamer chair. That’s why they’re shaped 45% differently. Without a gamer chair, a gamer does not truly game. But it’s very important that they see it.

I worked customer service at Kmart for a few years and encountered a lot of old classmates. Fortunately I had lost a bunch of weight since I had last seen them, and all of my hair fell out, so nobody knew who I was. I could tell some people thought I was maybe familiar, but I was never identified outright. I felt like a secret agent.

That was honestly pretty nice of the first guy to not use piss.

Young Roosevelt looked remarkably like adult Ryan Gosling.

I’m a staunch supporter of anything with swamp in the name. Except maybe swamp ass, however aptly named.