I made one in the heart of the lockdown in 2020. Within 2 days it was full. A day later the HOA sent me a letter threatening to destroy it because porn.
It’s basically how coed slo pitch works with the catcher often behind the ump. But somehow a tad different because the ball isn’t a looping yellow orb but, rather, a 100mph destroyer of nards.
My wife not wanting to us the hardest thing for me to understand. I spent too long trying to make her want to. I’m working on myself and taking care of my kids now. I didn’t cause it, I can’t control it, I can’t cure it. I can help myself though.
I wish serenity to all those impacted by addiction
Having attended the recent Rugby7s championship, do you want all 8 division winners? Premier, club D1 and D2 and small school?
I got a crash course in rugby recently.
Roommate played on the Rutgers tennis team. He used to piss in empty tennis ball cans and leave them in the room.
Another roommate used to sit in his underwear and a robe and play Doom all day every other Wednesday. “Alternating Wednesday stagnation day” I called it
We have a Lebanese place where the owner calls everyone “boss”. But now his kids work there and they call everyone “boss” and it, frankly, feels cheapened and unearned coming from a 23 year old dude.
I always read it that drinking oneself half-blind from the mid 40's to the mid 70's aged a person at an exponential rate. Being in your 50's in the 70's was "worse" than being in your 50's in the 2020's (or so I hope)
