I’ve never thought I was dying on psychedelics, but many times on THC and once on MDA. The MDA was probably the only one of these instances where I was in any real danger. My cat helped me through that one.

I have a very vivid memory of walking into a gas station at 2am with friends, high on mushrooms. We all went our separate ways to grab drinks and snacks, and then stood in a surprisingly long line with a few strangers to purchase them. I was in another dimension. All of us were. None of us were communicating with each other whatsoever. Just standing there in line with huge pupils and snacks in our arms. Then someone started snickering quietly. Then another. Then another. Soon it was psychedelic fucking pandemonium beneath those florescent gas station lights. I think even the strangers may have been having a good time. I’m not even sure how we managed to pay. Great memory, though.

4chan?! Fuuuuck dat… Prolly got no games…

When I first started visiting Canada years back, I would buy cases of Coors Light and attend gatherings. Three beers in would be absolutely fucked. And I mean fucked…

“This!”

“Thanks for the gold, kind stranger!”

Why do they have to say the things? People don’t say the things here.

This was a problem when my daughter was in a private dayhome, but a licensed dayhome has been a much better experience. Seems like they actually prioritize hand-washing and other hygiene practices. My kid gets sick at about a tenth of the previous rate.

Holy fuck. That’s kind of awful. Poor slug.

Would be funny if the ICE agents started having some serious mishaps.

I can’t see the meme for some reason, but on the subject of ICE raids. I no longer live in the States, but have a friend back home who was sort of illegal until maybe ten or so years back. I don’t recall all the details, but his parents were illegal, and while he was born here, he wasn’t yet registered or something fucky like that. He did attend public schools, so I don’t know what the implication is there. His legality is supposed to be all sorted out now.

Anyway. Biggest sweetheart on the planet. Very shy, but all smiles. Now he has a wife (also Mexican) and three kids, and appears to be living a happy life, but I’m nervously waiting for the day they just stop posting. Sometimes I want to reach out privately and ask him if they’re safe and have a good community, but I worry Facebook will just funnel that conversation to ICE and throw him and his children into Guantanemo Bay.

What a fucked up reality we’re seeing here.

It’s available in Canada, but I’m not sure about the UK. The large Italian sausages come in mild or spicy. We’re not particularly big fans of the spicy variety, but mild is excellent. Not sure how they managed to simulate the somewhat dry and chunky inside of a pork sausage so well. There are also Beyond Breakfast Sausages, but I haven’t tried them yet.

Couldn’t agree with you more! I absolutely love Beyond Meat products. My wife is a life-long vegetarian, and she’s the reason I consume 90% less meat than I used to. It’s equal parts idealogy and convenience. It got really annoying having to constantly cook up my own seperate portions for dinner. I kind of liked her veggie alternatives, albeit lacking in previous years, but then Beyond Meat dropped and completely changed the game. Now I prefer Beyond Beef over real beef. It’s cleaner, it tastes better, doesn’t have to be seasoned, and I’m not taking something’s life from it because I wanted to taste it in my mouth.

Beyond Sausage has also been perfected recently, and I eat a lot of those. I find the newest formula to be indistinguishable from real Italian sausages. And as a bonus, I manage at a grocery store, so I can order in those Gardein Supreme Chick’n fillets/nuggets, or the Gardein Seven-Grain Tenders and purchase them at cost. Saves us a fortune.

Any other suggestions? Plenty of room in my freezer!

I just spent ten minutes trying to figure out what the cutest breed of cow is, and just wound up feeling awful about the already miniscule amount of beef I still consume. Thinking it’s time to call it quits entirely.

I abused it a few times as a teenager, and it was really shitty every time. Someone told me that you can see the air by abusing Welbutrin as well, so naturally I tried that too. You can absolutely see the air, but it also makes you feel like you have a brain tumor.

While I no longer have the responsibility of collecting carts, I still work in the grocery industry and I appreciate your courtesy. I’ll never forget the agony of rounding up and pushing dozens of them through the snow and slush of a Kmart parking lot. I can’t believe I didn’t do more damage to my body then. Now it’s just the cement floors that are slowly doing me in.

Honestly, as gross as one could argue that my nest kind of was, it was never so bad that I wouldn’t have my friends over. But I’ve seen some infinitely worse situations that smelled like sour milk and had mold on the mattress. The kind that make you feel ill just thinking about.

A big part of it is clothing being reworn again and again without proper washing. I used to be a fat slob myself, completely with a room full of dirty dishes and everything. Armpits and ass are only half the problem. I’d say perhaps only 1/3 of it. The big one for my past self (and for similar creatures who cross my path in the modern day) is old, musty clothing. Like jeans that have been put on so many times they they now smell a little damp and slightly mushroom-like. Shirts that have spent time wadded up in the corner of the bedroom, absorbing the smell of sweat and piss, only to be put on again when the dweller could find nothing cleaner to wear. They spend all their time in that space, immune to the smell around them, and can no longer detect the odors on their own. So they bring it with them everywhere they, to polluting cleaner, fresher spaces with their miasma.

I can usually guess (with accuracy) approximately how many cats a dweller has in their household (always far, far too many) just by smelling them as they walk by. These smells often clue you into what forms of memes and social media they consume as well – usually Pepe, Wojack and 4chan – but not always with similar accuracy. There are outliers, like my past self, 20 years now gone… Weird, dank, smelly leftists, with kind hearts and good intentions, but smelling oh so very fucking terrible, and always oh so fucking lonely.

It usually takes a good partner to help clean up that mess. A motivator. But a dweller who dwells that deep will find great difficulty finding one, for such partners do not dwell where the dweller does.

It’s a shitty class to play.

My nephew is one of the worst I’ve ever smelled. Just the overwhelming scent of damp, reused football socks and armpit. How he can’t smell his own smog is beyond my comprehension. I can’t imagine the smell of a classroom.

Da Baer’s aere gonna win it this yeahr, boys.