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 knew about the Appalachian and Scottish highland connection, but I did not realize the chain extends all the way into Greenland and Scandinavia! Per my quick Google search, it says there are remnants of the same mountain chain in 9 countries!

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

Well said! And yeah, I was a little heavy handed calling the dispossessed theory. However:

Do the hungry care more about who you feed them

The rich!

Fully agree that that’s the way to learn. Do praxis, theory will develop.

However, I recommend the bread book to anyone I think might enjoy reading something like it. It changed my life fundamentally to see some one lay out the math of how a society could function like that. As suggested above,nthe dispossessed is also an amazing work of theory disguised as a very fun sci fi read. I routinely quote “where do you go when you die in hell” ever since reading it

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

We need to bring back the anal sex with men

… 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.

They really should do an episode or How It’s Made on this. Super fascinating!

I’m also 35, and I remember the red ones. But my mom ate a lot of pistachios and sunflower seeds when she quit smoking in the mid 90s

Well now I’m wondering what those stains were. Did they dye them red because the people picking them had their hands bleeding? We were all just ingesting small amounts of laborer’s blood?

The only who could ever reach me was the son of a preacher man

Is this real? I could really use a prayer buddy right about now. Someone who could pray at me real fast. Fast and rough prayer. The kind of fast and rough prayer that makes it hard to walk tomorrow