No butt her babby got pregant.

Ur mom is pregagagant.

I initially thought it was a funny way to address it. I’m straight, but I got bullied and called gay constantly in school because I didn’t fit the rural, huntin’, big belt buckle, rebel flag, cowboy boot wearing stereotype of masculinity.

To them, being called gay was the worse thing you could do to them because it called their masculinity into question.

When I was 17 I called this cowboy hat, belt buckle kid a homophobe for calling me gay. At first he thought I was calling him a homo, and it was so funny to say, “it means you’re such a pussy that you’re scared of queers.”

I think it was worse for him than if I had called him gay. Then he had to go on a tirade about how he wasn’t scared of queers, so I replied, “Ah, you’re just scared you might be queer. I see.”

I went home with a blacked eye, but I never lay in bed wishing I had said anything different with that one haha.

I don’t really buy much new stuff.

I just built my daughter a computer for 1k that would have cost nearly double anywhere else though.

I’m also a creature of habit. I’ve been using eBay for more than 20 years now and I don’t have to fuck with setting up a new account and all that anywhere else.

I did try Facebook marketplace recently and I have been ripped off twice. Yay. The only two purchases I ever made there.

I’ve never used Amazon. eBay is pretty much where I get what I want and that has been true since 2004 according to my account.

I hope your kids like it.

It has always seemed to me that my kids have gone out of their way to avoid liking anything I like. That’s fine, but I never could relate to them.

I adopted my son so it was different with him. We did everything together and he was happy to look into my interests sometimes. He and I played world of Warcraft together for a decade and I’d cut off a couple toes to go back and have that with him again.

I mean, yeah, but he spent his whole workday riding around in the woods on an atv. He came to my little gas station to fill up his truck and atv and he was always happy.

He also inspected mines, I think most of his job was about looking for runoff from the mines.

I knew a guy who did that around here and I never seen anything but a smile on his face.

I am from a very poor place in WV where most people are on assistance because there are no jobs.

Trump flags everywhere. Cars driving down the road with no tags or insurance, but Trump stickers all over.

I don’t get it. Well, actually I do.

Religion. The preacher says the gay is bad. Preacher says the trans is bad. Democrats want to extend basic rights to those people and preacher says god don’t like that.

It definitely does.

Oh my god this happened to me when I was younger! No it didn’t. I’m lying.

It’s always time to eat for the fat cat I live with.

When I was in high school I walked into the girls restroom. I was a total idiot. I was like, “oh wow, they took out the urinals and painted the walls. Gee, that was fast.”

As I was pissing it occurred to me, “oh no. What if this is the girl’s room.”

As I walked out a girl was walking in and called me a pervert.

Die, Mary Poppins, die! Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

This is the answer. He said over and over again, “it buuuurns, oh god it buuuuurns!” Haha

The powder was dumped into the air rifle and shot at my friend.

I’ve been shooting since I was about 5 too.

I haven’t in many years, but I think I was 10 or 11 when my dad got me a 20 gauge.

As a child I loaded an air rifle with pixie stix and shot my shirtless friend in the chest with it.

In my mind, it was going to be like some three stooges cloud of flour that would turn his face pink kind of like this. (Best I could find)

What happened instead was his entire chest was pouring blood and filled with burning pixie stix powder. I’m so glad I didn’t shoot him in the face. See, I was aiming for my brother who was the same height as me at the time and my buddy happened to be the one who came through the door.

He was a damn good friend too. The adults weren’t brought in on the matter. We cleaned the wounds with peroxide and waited years to tell anyone haha.

God I miss being a kid. I miss my old friends.

Hey! Good luck!

I did some reading. It would be spot on if he wasn’t convinced that he was perfect and everyone else wasn’t.

No one is smarter than him. No one does it better than him. No one could even come close to comprehending his work. When he dies he feels sorry for anyone who has to work behind him and it will take teams of people to understand the genius of his work. Anyone who has a slightly different worldview than him is “thinking wrong”.

He isn’t obsessed with perfection. He is perfection. No lover could please a woman like him. No one is stronger or more capable. He has done the work of 500 men in one lifetime.

He prides himself on being the best, but not because he has anything to prove to anyone. He knows he’s the best. No one is better.

His father’s dying words were, “Please God. Let my son find some humility. Please. He’ll have no peace until he finds it.”

His father was a great man. An activist. A man who actually worked to change the world.

He wasn’t always that guy though. He had to learn some hard lessons to get there and his son suffered while he learned those lessons. He knew that. He took accountability for it.

I don’t know. I wouldn’t have made it without him in this life, but it was always a transaction. He doesn’t know how to do anything without it being a transaction. I’ve been trying to show him that it isn’t always about that. Every job we do, he tells me to keep track of my hours so he can pay me. I don’t want him to pay me. I want him to see that life can be something we experience and enjoy without it being a transaction.

I’m probably wasting my time, but I love my uncle irrationally and I don’t know why.

My body aches right now as I type this from driving a pick into slate to find some wires for him. It’s probably stupid, but a year from now when I still haven’t asked for a dime, maybe he’ll think about it. Or maybe he is who he is and he’ll think I’m an idiot.