How dare anyone enjoy anything that I wouldn’t or couldn’t do myself!

There’s 7 of them. Maybe she should have swallowed a few.

If we didn’t both know who our fathers were and if he weren’t a few years older that would absolutely describe us anyway. Went to school not far from each other and I played baseball against his younger brother, then was on the team with his brother for fall ball. Different churches that were part of the same cult. Similar teenage interests. Same social circles just a few years apart. Same branch of the military and same rate (this is where we went from being aware of each other to being friends). Both married and divorced young. Super similar career paths. Both settled in the same large city several hours from our small hometowns (I got here first, for once) and played music with the same people. Super similar adult interests completely separate from our teen interests. It’s fucking freaky. We didn’t even realize it for years until it was pointed out.

He eventually moved out east while I stayed. I’m one of like 3 people he still keeps in contact with in the state.

I can’t play with my friend because we play the same guy.

Both rogue. Both street tough types rather than the shadowy assassin type. Both used to end up taking a couple of levels of either Bard or fighter and ended up with a swashbuckler. No strength, all dex and cha.

We did play together a few times and would swap out which one of us got to play that guy. The other always played a very angry wizard. Just grumpy as shit. Good at a lot of things, but preferred to either fireball or magic missile his way out of situations. Talking to NPCs? I think I’ve got potions brewing. Must be off!

Before we played together we played the same MUD separately. Yep, same character. We ran into each other from time to time.

In high school we played at the same place but a couple of years apart. I started going when he left for the Navy. The guy who DM’ed there said my character reminded me of that guy a lot.

I want to play BG3 with him remotely and both play swashbucklers.

Like Violent Femmes. It’s punk played on acoustic instruments.

No. The fallout from all the launched missiles scrambled my thinking sponge.

Not op, but the only place I go anymore is bars. I can’t find a nice place to change my baby at 1am after killing an entire bottle of Old Grandad.

I hereby crown you King Wing, the manliest of all people!

(This was supposed to be light-hearted, but I realized after reading it that it sounds like I’m mocking you…I promise I’m not).

Thus the salute!

Get in the truck, we’re headed out. I guess you can bring the fam but they might have to sit in the bed because I’m not putting my electronics back there.

Big hugs, buddy!!!

Damn, me too.

I thought Junior just meant they only had 3 or 4 pair of programming socks.

HEB baby! I can still get groceries!

It’s like hoping Disney beats the government. I know who I prefer to win but either way I’ve probably lost.

I’m on mine far more often than I’m in a car. I think Tesla found out that I point and laugh at any cyber trucks I see at red lights while I’m out and is trying to kill me.

Relevant xkcd

As a suburban white person, fuck a chain. If you see someone stealing from one of the big guys, no you fucking didn’t.

But I know I ain’t the only guy in the burbs. And I know my neighborhood ain’t the same as the ones 30-40 miles north. I can absolutely imagine those folks would be terrified if they found out that I didn’t give a shit about folks stealing from Walmart or Kroger.

Right? Minute 55-60 is the 15th minute. Fuck that. If it takes that long then the team is too big for agile or the scrum master had lost control.