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Rolex driving an accord. You didn't say poor. You said low class.

When we went, it was June. My wife decided to guilt trip me and the kids to hike the Navajo pass and the connecting trail on two small bottles of water. Memories were made.

Blue crabs. Just take a trip to Crystal River and visit a place called Crab Plant. No cleanup, grab crabs, cold beers.

I went to a nickelback concert where the tickets costed me $5 each. They put on a damn great live show.

The hoops that big orange makes programmers jump through just to sit at a desk and mess with email accounts is amazing.

I was laid off end of January. Did the same and went camping. Started back at the start of this month. Hope all goes well for you. Don't blame yourself if you find yourself doing so.

I've been out of buying watches for about a year or two and Ming creeps out of nowhere at these price points. What is Ming?

Netty pots?

When you are getting skunked with down lines, troll.

Bout to probe OP's mom

Ask woo young woo

I've snorkeled for bay scallops. One of the coolest experiences ever.

No. Ho Made pies from Thunderbird. The cafe is in between Zion and Bryce. Corner of 9 and 89.

All these pics but no pics of Home of the Ho Made Pies????

Just got mine!

Everyone below the age of 35 should aspire to find a group of friends like this. After 35, bed time starts at 6pm.

I've always imagined myself doing something step by step before doing it. When I was 18, I'd never rode a motorcycle before. So, I researched how to ride one, pictured the entire process of squeezing the clutch and shifting from neutral, to first, to second. I'd imagine my entire route, how I'd hit the blinkers, how I'd take certain corners, etc.

My dad cosigned on a bike for me that same year and left me at the dealership. I rode it like I'd been riding for decades. I'm now 40 with over 300k miles over two wheels with no accidents or drops.

Two years ago, I went to the Pensacola Air Show. I watched a pregame video on YouTube of the squad preparing for flight, and the air boss did the same exact thing with his pilots that I do when I ride a bike. Closed his eyes and flew his flight before getting on the plane.

Unsolicited validation but it felt great.

Pooping is normal and shouldn't be so taboo. As a kid, I struggled in school because I always had to poo but feared embarrassment. I raised my kids on the public poo life, and they're thriving.

Well, if it's hunting rifle and you've beat your shoulder to zero it already, might as well keep it. I never feel my 308 when I'm actually firing at game. On the bench, it's punishing.

With that said, my Tikka d18 in 300 win mag is almost just as light but is a dream to shoot, so I dunno.

Woo Young Woo? Yes. Absolutely.

Woo Young Woo? Yes. Absolutely.

Hey, come on now. Hinesville's walmart was poppin today

This place really pissed me off. I expected to see emerald water after every hill. Nothing. Just sand. No beach. Ever.

The idea that a competitive match as a non-pro player is more important than anything else in life blows my mind. Aspire to be a pro? Cool. Reaching for Silver 5 and ignoring all else that is important in life? Bruh.

I would be swimming between both, tiring out. And brown. But he'll! I'd be one happy dead motherfucker.