I feel this way about all of the brain dance scenes in cyberpunk. I don’t enjoy them and find them incredibly tedious. Thankfully there are only a few that are necessary for the story but they are notably bad, not fun, and add nothing to the game while absolutely stripping the moments spent playing through them of all joy

Yep. First time ever was a real trip though. I was at a girl’s house and she ties me up with some of her scarves as things are getting hot and heavy.

I enjoy spanking so I asked her to punish me because I was too shy to ask for what I wanted so she tied me up and started biting and scratching me.

Looooook beggars can’t be choosers.

After a few minutes the doorbell rings and she tells me “don’t go anywhere…”

Well she was gone a long time and I’m buck naked with my dick hanging out and peppered with scratch and bite marks and I get it in my head that it’s her dad.

Don’t ask where I got that idea, but we were in a religiously conservative country and I didn’t want to get my dick cut off.

Anyway I managed to get loose from the scarves. It was an intense 90 seconds or so and my wrists got pretty raw.

She comes back and it was just a delivery.

She was bit perturbed with me because I really fucked one of the scarves up in the process but we had a laugh and got back to it.

I put my university, the years I attended, and my major and minor focus of study.

It’s not a lie, and if pressed, I always tell the truth. It’s become a non issue as my professional experience has mounted and now my resume and references speak for itself.

But, unless I’m asked directly…

Nobody needs to know I dropped out first semester of my senior year due to a crippling drug addiction. Or as I phrase it, a period in my life where I needed to tend to a family medical emergency.

Bro…

I can absolutely smell the 90s in this statement and I love it

100% agree although my fancy pants Garmin scale is absolute shit at measuring body fat. Could be there are better but I’ll stick to the caliper test myself.

This cycle is what I go through every time I start working out again. For at least a few months, whatever weight I started with is where I’m more or less going to stay but it gets redistributed to places that aren’t my stomach and neck so I ultimately look and feel a lot better even though the scale would argue I haven’t done shit at all.

That sounds like what I would say I do if I were a spy and didn’t want to risk anyone knowing what I really do …

One of us one of us

Today it would be a Nissan Altima. Had any neons survived I’m sure they would also still be in play.

Memes are like wine. With age they either become wonderfully balanced and nuanced. Or they become undrinkable acidic gutrot.

This meme is like a well kept bottle of average wine. Not particularly notable when it was bottled. Not particularly notable today. But a passable enough interruption that even if everyone can’t agree it’s enjoyable, nobody would go so far as to suggest it’s not palatable.

My brother in law’s properties and philosophy is a great example of how this often happens.

He owns a number of rentals as well as a large property adjoining his home. He is always improving amd acquiring properties. I think of him as a “slum Lord with good intentions”

Anytime, and I do mean anytime, something of value comes up for free, at a discount, or in a bartering situation, his eyes become as large as saucers.

He is a “random pile of gravel” hoarder. This behavior also applies to random piles of dirt, random piles of lumber, and other random piles of shit.

He has a very neat home with a somewhat well kept yard, but his adjoining property looks like a junkyard.