turns out both games are good

has being wrong ever felt more right?

after nearly a month considering the topic, I have decided I would be okay with taking a hit of my own poop

warning: idle games mash on your dopamine receptors 😵‍💫

Mmm yeah I had a nice lunch too. a summer walk to the chinese food court. cumin beef yum

talked about warhammer with nerds

Yes but you still need to clean this mess up! >:o

Well make sure to clean all that up once you've caught your breath!

it just doesn't make sense

Slightly more spoilery thoughts?

I like that Jeff is a good hearted pleaser. And I like how the show explores pleasers and their difficulty speaking honestly. Because Jeff is a super dishonest person. He doesn't mean to be, he's just a naive pleaser, and you can't have a real conversation with someone if you're not willing to say something that will make them upset. So, he goes for entire episodes without telling a single truth. He's ridiculous.

creepy and illegal dogs are allowed 💚

im just so frusterated

mmmm everyone loves empty internet threats

that's the power of image bay-bee

Mmmm bluegrass is probably the thing I still like the most about my former homestate, thank you for sharing

is this another dang chat thing?

Bob now realizes that he's spiraling again. A lifetime of experience tells Bob that this is an internal reaction, not an external situation. A short meditation helps Bob remember that these are his friends, and not his judges, and that's not okay to be "on" 100% of the time. Bob takes a moment to relax each muscle in his body, starting from his head, traveling down his shoulders and arms, through his back, and finally his arms, legs, hands and feet, fingers and toes. He gently rubs the grease from the olives on his fingertips with his correctly placed lap-napkin. Lapkin. Bob takes a few more moments to listen to his body, and he realizes he is very thirsty! With all the concern about what other people are thinking, Bob realizes that he hasn't drunk any water in hours! Bob takes a generous gulp, takes a few quiet but deep sighs, and feels immensely better. After this short reset, Bob is relaxed, casual, and in good spirits.

Bob decides not to try to force the Lapkin portmanteau at the table.

Bob has now used all ten fingers to eat the olive. Bob notices that none of the other guests are correcting his error. A simple admonishment would allow Bob to chuckle and release his embarrassment and stress, but nobody will give him the relief. As Bob's stress builds, so does the frequency and magnitude of his errors. Bob is now falling apart at the seams as sweat pours out of every pore on his body. The other guests simmer with loathing toward Bob.

oh no oh no oh no am I using too many fingers to eat this olive?

everybody can see me and are too polite to tell me that i am using too many fingers to eat this olive

OH FUCK it's my inner monolog every time I'm in a group!!

no.

I blame you.

that would require a physician to ask me to do it and explain why it would help.

ooooh chat jeeez