I imagine they could if they knew exactly what you did and when, but if it doesn’t get discovered until later and nobody knows what happened, it would probably be a bitch to figure out

Even more so, it’s turned into a hot button topic where people will be actively pissed of at you if you try to bring it up in discussion, calling it a “dog whistle” for nazi / anti-women ideology.

“when they think you’re gross”

How can I know if someone thinks I’m gross if I haven’t spoken to them yet? I should just assume I’m gross, always?

Fair, and that would probably work just fine at my current job, but I was working at a gas station and 19 years old. Very seldom would a gas station manager let an employee leave without feeling very entitled to an explanation.

I once clocked into work, and promptly shit my pants because I trusted a fart.

I immediately called my manager and just said “hey I just shit my pants, I’m going to go home and clean up”

She was so flabbergasted with my direct honesty, it was beautiful. Own it, people! We’ve all done it and the only embarrassing part comes from within!

I think OSINT, Open-source intelligence, would be more akin to trolling on social media. They’re the ones who crawl through Instagram and shit to ID Russian soldiers locations when they post selfies and the likes.

Breakfast pizza is pretty great, cheesy base sauce, scrambled eggs, bacon and breakfast sausage bits. Good stuff.

My toxic trait is that I just say things like “No, I just got a new video game and won’t be leaving my house for a few days”

I thought it was a good thing, but people hear it as “no, I have better things to do than spend time with you”

My cats sit by the vents in the morning, the furnace kicks on at 0600

Oh-zero-hundred or zero-hundred if we gotta. Generally… Midnight lol

Army here, we always say 0000 for midnight, but honestly that’s probably just because it’s what our phones and watches call it. Perhaps it was different before electronic timekeeping was the norm.

I’m used to the army, when I’m packing for field stuff, I know that no matter how much I pack for luxury my kit and equipment will still be 80% of the load minimum. Would I rather hump 80 lbs 20 miles and have a miserable night, or hump 85 lbs and have hot coffee and a single person tent I can jerk off comfortably in? Easy choice for me.

When I go hiking with my family I pretty much just carry emergency supplies and the liquor stash, knowing we’ll be back to the tents by nightfall.

Long and short, you remove weapons armor and ammo from the picture and it’s a lot more impactful to play with the weight. Shaving 5 lbs off a 20 lbs load can let you go 5 more miles when it’s for leisure.

When I get deja vu, it feels to me like I’ve dreamt of whatever is happening before, I’ve always pretty easily been able to say “oh it’s just deja vu” and move on.

But once, I woke up and told my wife about a strange dream involving very specific details of a situation with me and my brother. Along the lines of my brother throwing a beer can, it bounced off the trash can, bounced off me, then back into the trash can.

A few days later, my brother did exactly that. I was dumbstruck, even my wife was like “what the hell”

Hmm… does that happen to be my 13mm?

Without doxxing myself :P

Yes!!! My wife and I are big critical role fans, so this loving trickster was easy to name

She’s the sweetest cat on the planet, she doesn’t fight at all when we feed her through the tube, she even cuddled the heck out the vets when they gave her shots.

Her surgery was to correct a cleft soft palette, basically a big hole in the back of her throat connecting to her nasal passageways. Made it hard for her to eat and meow, probably hurt a lot as food would make it’s way up into her sinuses.

Normal operation for this birth defect is to put the kitten down, but she stole our hearts so completely that it was worth it to us to get her fixed 💘

1980 was 43 years ago :P