It’s cool, I love Smedley as well, greatest Marine ever.

Yeah, I joined the Marines in 2009 and we were the first class at PI to do the Combat Fitness Test. But there’s that word again, and it ends up being another PFT. Even I could 300 the CFT and I was never a PFT stud, just pretty good. But neither tested my mettle like walking really far with a bunch of shit on my back or not sleeping.

Personally, fitness tests is a fitness test and has nothing to do with combat. I’ll always remember our company high PFT in SOI dropping out of the 25k hump. The guy who literally “set the standard” by being the fastest and doing the most pullups was on the ground saying he couldn’t walk. Nice kid, but toughness doesn’t necessarily equate with fitness.

And once I got to my unit I decided there were plenty of Marines who didn’t belong there, and that there were women who could probably outdo them. Of course, this warred with my desire to walk around in my silkies and make homoerotic jokes with my buddies, but perhaps that’s not the whole point.

Are you from the generation of email chain letters that asked you to scroll down and it’s be neat ASCII designs?

The last thing I want is to make spaghetti and still be hungry after I eat it. Whole box it is.

Poop back and forth, forever.

You’ve never been allowed to bring raw eggs of any kind across the border. I’m sure you can declare to do so and make arrangements for it, but I can’t show up at the border and bring eggs over, that’s always been the case.

I suppose you are right, in that it’s not the egg that’s illegal, but the action of bringing it over the border.

Don’t worry, maybe they misjudged the size of the asteroid and 2032 is it.

L4D was a phenomenal game. I wish I could go back in time and get a group of four of us together to play the way we used to.

Northeast + West Coast and Everywhere Else.

Biden specifically said he wouldn’t and then he did, that simple. And everyone knew it was a lie then, so it’s all just coming to fruition.

Jesus, that’s internet HOF shit.

First grade, they piled all the classes together, because it’s 1993 and we only have one laserdisc player, and we need to watch a video on pollution. Main topics were acid rain and smog and that shit has been with me for 30 years, I will never forget it.

I’m an American. I actually like America, for what it’s worth. Canada, however, has the superior anthem.

That blows, because we’re similar age, I’m born in '87, and I look back fondly at the freedom I had as a kid. It’s a bit how I intend to model my parenting around, although it’s hard to escape modern times in my mind sometimes. But my kids will wander around the neighborhood alone (in a couple of years, still too young), get dirty, stay out til the sun goes down, that kind of thing, with the caveat of not bothering people and their properties. Probably easier said than done on my part, we shall see.

It’s a little of column a and a little of column b. When I’m driving and some absolute piece of garbage is riding directly next to the car to their right, I equate them to a blood clot, which is funny, because they also make me feel like having an aneurysm. I also don’t forgive the driver on the right, because they are more than capable of allowing a space for other drivers to pass.

The absolute lack of awareness on the road is startling. I swear to God, people are looking through straws and their neck doesn’t move.

Building extra lanes, though, does not solve the problem.

This case is an easy one. The problem is folks seeking justice for slights that aren’t so heinous and the whole drawing the line thing.

I’m totally on board with her killing the dude, if I was on the jury I’d have ignored the charge from the judge 100%. There should be a “what you did is illegal and you are guilty, but no jail for you” kinda deal.

I drink like 8L of water a day, run four days a week, but I am confident that Ruffles are going to be the death of me, they’re just too good to care about the years at the end of my life.

HFCS doesn’t kill people, it’s the cardiac diseases and cancers that do!

Marine Corps beat that into me. We had two options for drinks at the chow hall in boot camp: water or blue Powerade. No milks no juices no sodas no red Powerade. Only blue Powerade. It’s the only one I’ll drink anymore, the rest serve no purpose.