Interesting direction, any recommendations? As I feel like I’m starting all over again these days lol.

It’s like fundraising, if you have to ask if they fulfill their promises, you should know it won’t be long before you hear they didn’t. Besides, this sounds like a con from the way they describe it. So yeah, that’s gonna be a no from me, dawg.

Thanks, yeah it was bad but over the years it stopped haunting me. Did take a while to get adjusted to reality, since in the coma it was a constant game, making me think I was awake… but, limbless, attacked or dismembered, among other things.

The days without eating weren’t too bad, it was really the removal of all the tubes like you mentioned, I was intubated and had a breathing device inserted that i apparently tried removing twice while coming out.

I kinda tried killing a nurse a few times that I was sure was attempting to kill me lol, thankfully I was so weakened I moved like a tree sloth. The worst was always catheter removal, as they always left it inflated and needed me to be awake when they pulled it out. They did it six times… my genitalia has never forgiven me. It’s even worse when they put it in if you’re alert, it feels like someone is putting a straw in.

Technically dying several for minutes after a stroke due to an aneurysm, worst thing I ever felt. They considered me dead, yet somehow everything restarted and I woke up gasping incapable of speech. I was thrown in an ice bath and they induced a coma. And yes, you can hear the outside world and the worst experience I’ve ever suffered mentally. I was in there for what I assumed was decades of masochist torture for realizing I wasn’t awake, despite my minds initial insistence I was. I still question if the acceptance, would have meant my dying and the torture was the pain of trying to stay alive. I eventually woke up to discover it had only been 10 days, and I was capable of basic speech, but my muscles had decayed to the point simple movement was almost impossible. In under 2 weeks, I relearned English and how to walk again. Since therapy, nothing is even remotely scaring as what your own mind can do to you.

lol, Thanks, seemed like a nice and easy joke.

Quadratic breathing

This is what I do, works well for me.

They don’t want the rats escaping the maze.

Amen.

I like how an old ass meme turned into people saying the OP’s posting meat propaganda. It was posted during a cat meme phase here and now people come out turning a molehill into a mountain. Hate it for the fact it has the Real Housewives not because you think it’s imaginary propaganda ffs lol.

It’s an old wordplay meme. It’s not meat propaganda. Breathe it’s gonna be okay.

Tip of my top-hat to you as well.

It should’ve stayed up on the Wiki, but always assumed it was a copyright issue claim.

I really wish there was.

One of the better joke eps at the time.

I’d imagine pretty efficient with all the soda and alcohol the average human being intakes.

Who knows, might taste better than Arby’s.

On a cool, clear night (typical to Southern California) Warren G travels through his neighborhood, searching for women with whom he might initiate sexual intercourse. He has chosen to engage in this pursuit alone.

Nate Dogg, having just arrived in Long Beach, seeks Warren. Ironically, Nate passes a car full of women who are excited to see him. He insists to the women that there is no cause for excitement.

Warren makes a left at 21st Street and Lewis Ave, where he sees a group of young men enjoying a game of dice together. He parks his car and greets them. He is excited to find people to play with, but to his chagrin, he discovers they intend to relieve him of his material possessions. Once the hopeful thieves reveal their firearms, Warren realizes he is in a considerable predicament.

Meanwhile, Nate passes the women, as they are low on his list of priorities. His primary concern is locating Warren. After curtly casting away the strumpets (whose interest in Nate was such that they crashed their automobile), he serendipitously stumbles upon his friend, Warren G, being held up by the young miscreants.

Warren, unaware that Nate is surreptitiously observing the scene unfold, is in disbelief that he’s being robbed. The perpetrators have taken jewelry and a name brand designer watch from Warren, who is so incredulous that he asks what else the robbers intend to steal. This is most likely a rhetorical question.

Observing these unfortunate proceedings, Nate realizes that he may have to use his firearm to deliver his friend from harm.

The tension crescendos as the robbers point their guns to Warren’s head. Warren senses the gravity of his situation. He cannot believe the events unfolding could happen in his own neighborhood. As he imagines himself escaping in a surreal fashion, he catches a glimpse of his friend, Nate.

Nate has seventeen cartridges (sixteen residing in the pistol’s magazine, with a solitary round placed in the chamber and ready to be fired) to expend on the group of robbers. Afterward, he generously shares the credit for neutralizing the situation with Warren, though it is clear that Nate did all of the difficult work. Putting congratulations aside, Nate quickly reminds himself that he has committed multiple homicides to save Warren before letting his friend know that there are females nearby if he wishes to fornicate with them.

Warren recalls that it was the promise of copulation that coaxed him away from his previous activities, and is thankful that Nate knows a way to satisfy these urges. Nate quickly finds the women who earlier crashed their car on Nate’s account. He remarks to one that he is fond of her physical appeal. The woman, impressed by Nate’s singing ability, asks that he and Warren allow her and her friends to share transportation. Soon, both friends are driving with automobiles full of women to the East Side Motel, presumably to consummate their flirtation in an orgy.

The third verse is more expository, with Warren and Nate explaining their G Funk musical style. Warren displays his bravado by daring anyone to approach the style. There follows a brief discussion of the genre’s musicological features, with special care taken to point out that in said milieu the rhythm is not in fact the rhythm, as one might assume, but actually the bass. Similarly the bass serves a purpose closer to that which the treble would in more traditional musical forms. Nate displays his bravado by claiming that individuals with equivalent knowledge could not even attempt to approach his level of lyrical mastery. Nate goes on to note that if any third party smokes as he does, they would find themselves in a state of intoxication almost daily (from Nate’s other works, it can be inferred that the substance referenced is marijuana). Nate concludes his delineation of the night by issuing a threat to “busters,” suggesting that he and Warren will further “regulate” any potential incidents in the future (presumably by engaging their antagonists with small arms fire).