Reminds me of ER doctors saying that somehow men always seem to fall onto all sorts of things when they sit down naked and those things get accidentally lodged up their asses.

Hopefully you were in the bathroom when you relieved yourself.

I know I was.

To anyone not aware of sleep apnea it wouldn’t seem like there was anything wrong with my sleep. I don’t snore, I just don’t breathe continuously when unconscious.

It took about 2 years to fully recover mentally from decades of this shitty sleep. I only found out from visiting my parents and my mom saw me not breathing while I was asleep on the couch. I’ve also had 6 sleep studies in 11 years to try and figure out why it is happening but it is idiopathic.

I can’t remember what people on Reddit with UARS found to be the best treatment but the biggest step always seemed to be getting a doctor to diagnose it properly instead of just signing it off at regular sleep apnea. I hope you find a treatment that helps. The brain can bounce back, so don’t give up hope that you can get your mind back.

He must make his viewers consume, he is vicarious energy vampire.

If you can breathe through the butt as you can through your mouth, can you eat with your butt as well?

Was South Park right and you can put a turkey up your ass and digest it?

A right leaning hack that runs Rebel Media, nothing else worth knowing about him. A few months back there was a truck driving around with an anti-muslim message on it. The vehicle was registered to Rebel Media, he just said he took money to run an ad but wasn’t responsible for the content of the advertisement.

That drink just wants to get in your mouth.

So it goes at the top of the pyramid?

Where is the silty loamy sand?

My preferred death would be instantaneous combustion. No need for a cremation later, just a one shot of death and decorporealization.

This is a lie to make people feel better, rather than let them think they will die instantly, let them think for an hour and 30 mins they will calmly enjoy their final minutes listening to Mike Myers. Personally I’d rather go out to Wayne’s World if it’s going to be Mike Myers.

Now everybody look under your seat for the keys to your brand new Star Stuff.

Country sucks, newer stuff doubly so.

Honky Tonk Badonkadonk, what fucking cultural appropriation.

And overhead bars.

I was a manager of a warehouse for years on night shift. I had no bosses except for one hour at the end of my shift.

As long as we got our shit done I didn’t care what people did. They complained on days we weren’t doing stuff that would help their shift once we got our work done. The solution our shift came up with was making sure the guys timed their work to finish just before the end of the shift so they wouldn’t have any expectation to do day shift work.

They did some sweeping to pretend they were helping days but no actual extra work.

Jizzen De-Lazyboy.

A group of friends and I played a few years back and we found the natural end was when we could survive the hardest of the blood moons in our base without having any damages or breakthroughs and could easily beat any of the areas that were supply runs. We also had built multiple vehicles so we would bomb through in a convoy to wherever we were going and clear everything.

That was the end because we didn’t want to play anymore.

A chaise lounger is not a true couch. He is a seat-fucker.

Some say his sexual awakening was with a three-legged stool.

That mustache makes me think this insect ties people to train tracks.

Easiest way to see it wasn’t based on reality is that they solved crimes, and usually even cared about people. That isn’t our reality so it had to be fictitious.