I have scavenged furniture for years. Furnished houses and apartments and squats and warehouses and busses.

Have never knock on wood had bedbugs.

Learn what they and their eggs look like and inspect the shit you’re grabbing first.

Once passed on a really nice couch in a nice neighborhood, because I spotted a half of an ass of one.

The stained old victorian style couch in the winco parking lot was fine though, lol

whoa there einstien, jam your big fat brain back down on this dollar shaped toast

*not a dig at you, btw. It’s the obvious answer, I just hate the world right now

ugh. Living in vehicles can work-I’ve done so most of my life-but not in a fucking toyota corrola

So your parents are landlords.

and are raking in the rewards of their tenants paying rent

Congratulations, anon.

The link between citing your sources, for why you’re thinking what you’re thinking, and not copy/pasting said sources, is in fact fairly smart. Almost intellectual.

And just for the record, passenger in a warthog was my FAVORITE position in the truck. In Halo 1.

Sure, it’s less effective, but it’s way more accurate. Actually feels like riding shotgun, where you can’t see everything, and you sure as shit don’t have a stable firing platform. Super fun. In game.

The number of of times the passenger with the rocket launcher murked our own damn selves was… More than one. lol

Did you know, you can basically feed the warthog rocket fuel? Unfortunately, the speed boost usually kills the occupants

One of the best I still somehow remember vaguely:

Down to 1v1, happens while T is planting. He pulls knife, bangs it on stuff. CT pulls knife, runs in.

They dance in the zone, and T just dodges and gets close and dodges and gets close and milks time till the bomb won. So good.

Blood Gulch, obviously

We tried ghosts, but they’re so much harder to tip it didn’t really work. Though the matches where someone tried a ghost vs warthog were usually pretty good.

get murked. ghost back out to your old hog, get yeeted, lure the opponent into the trap in the cave, heave a well placed grenade, and steal his hog. Murder the fuck for his troubles

Also so good from back in the day it got turned into a forced standard on some servers: Down to 1V1 in CS? Knife fight about it

So fucking good. sometimes the bomb won. sometimes one guy was an asshole and shot the other guy

This sounds great

Jesus christ

Demolition Derby in Halo.

No shooting, you get in the Hog and wreck the other fucker out of their rig, then run them over. Frag grenades sometimes legal, depending on who you were playing with.

Played a 4 player variant where the passenger got a rocket launcher-no gunner

Why does everyone in the US card everyone over something ostensibly about age?

It’s never been about age.

I’ve seen a seventy year old man with a foot long white beard get carded and refused, while he was stone cold sober.

Do you think he can’t handle his liquor? He’s seventy. He knows what it does.

There’s a lot of bars/restaurants that do.

I have literally been refused service because the only ID I had is a passport, and those barcodes wouldn’t scan into their system.

It’s Papers, please, and it’s fucking bullshit

I’m 1000% against this age verification bullshit, not only because of the privacy and data reasons, but also because getting carded in a bar or at a store is also bullshit.

It Is Papers, please.

It’s Never a question of if you’re old enough, it’s a question of “Do I think you’re human enough?”

And more often than is reasonable, the answer is no, they don’t think you’re a person, who should be able to spend their money as they like.

Where’s the video?

So, the articles are old, but chlorin e6 mixed with insulin and DMSO in saline gives a temporary boost to nightvision.

Sounds fucking awesome, and the ingredients all seem fairly easy to acquire. No commercial product, but why would there be?

These things will make people more complacent and lazy, and will absolutely lead to worse drivers and more collisions

Discord specifically has a skip to most recent post button, that i use frequently on the busier ones, because I’m not scrolling through two miles of unrelated nonsense and sub-convos to get to what’s currently relevant.

Am I guilty of thoughtcrime?

And how, precisely, am I supposed to tell random fucking jackoffs like in the story?

None of you fucks even know what a DNR is, means, what it looks like, and not a single one of you cunts could be expected to uphold it even if you were told.

You don’t get a special bracelet. This isn’t the ‘life alert’ infomercial. Tattoos mean absolutely nothing to medical professionals.

You literally have to have a DNR on file, active, in your county of residence, and they have to look it up. Which will not happen until you’re already admitted.

And if you get sent to a hospital in a different county? Because you’re visiting family or something? You’re fucked. You’re on a machine, keeping you alive. As long as your shitty relatives feel like it.

I have no desire to die incoherent in a hospital with no concept of what’s going on other than everything is uncomfortable. And with the united state’s version of healthcare, I will have to make sure I die somewhere else.

When I die, it isn’t fucking about you