True story -- when me and my college buddies still did Fantasy Football, last place had to do something really stupid. One year was take the SAT (which was awesome for someone hungover in their late 20s), and the next year was get a tattoo. Dude from ATL lost and got the outline of GA with a small star at ATL on his right buttcheek. His wife was a very good sport about the whole ordeal.
Love that. Two of my wildest pledgebrothers got shitfaced in (I think) Gulf Shores or Orange Beach one night in college and went and got matching tattoos of the outline of the state of Alabama with "Sweet Home" in text in the middle. If I'm not mistaken, later that night/early the next morning they got woken up around 5am by cops kicking open the door of their hotel because someone claimed to have seen them brandishing a firearm earlier that night. colonel_forbin can verify. I think I'm mixing up some details because that sounds too ridiculous even for these guys at that absurd point in their lives but the tattoo part is 100% correct. They presumably still have them.
Newest edge browser has a super low overhead and is very fast. I can open tons of tabs, even ones doing lots of JS. Only shitty thing is you need to install an extension to get a Google homepage for new tabs because they try to shove Bing down our throat. Edge is my go to for webdev now, Chrome for non work browsing.
The Waffle House 24 hour challenge remains the best. Our current last placed Fantasy Football manager says he will retire from fantasy rather than do it, he’s “too busy.” Just eat the waffles, bub.
You can set the default search engine in Edge to be Google or DuckDuckGo or something else. With you on the rest though and Bing just ain't it. I am trying to phase myself out of Chrome due to the privacy issues. Use Firefox and Edge for the majority.
Lol they got “roll tide” tattooed on their asses in red ink. I think they have actually faded away now. JM separately, and to my knowledge while not inebriated, got the Alabama sweet home tattoo on the back of his shoulder. He then later, once he had matured a bit, got the “sweet home” part covered up with the praying hands inside the outline of Alabama. I think he has since had that removed and just wants to forget his college years.
the two goons I know that made the bet over Lebron/Durant championship series with OKC and Heat take the cake it was a tattoo vs. a circumcision the uncircumcised guy lost but didn’t want to get the circumcision so he ended up with a tattoo of a dick with a crown on that said “King James” on his butt
He went 6/9 on threes that quarter. He would’ve got 7/10 but he was called for traveling on one of them.
My family poops big. Maybe it's genetic, maybe it's our diet, but everyone births giant logs of crap. If anyone has laid a mega-poop, you know that sometimes it won't flush. It lays across the hole in the bottom of the bowl and the vortex of draining water merely gives it a spin as it mocks you. Growing up, this was a common enough occurrence that our family had a poop knife. It was an old rusty kitchen knife that hung on a nail in the laundry room, only to be used for that purpose. It was normal to walk through the hallway and have someone call out "hey, can you get me the poop knife"? I thought it was standard kit. You have your plunger, your toilet brush, and your poop knife. Fast forward to 22. It's been a day or two between poops and I'm over at my friend's house. My friend was the local dealer and always had 'guests' over, because you can't buy weed without sitting on your ass and sampling it for an hour. I excuse myself and lay a gigantic turd. I look down and see that it's a sideways one, so I crack the door and call out for my friend. He arrives and I ask him for his poop knife. "My what?" Your poop knife, I say. I need to use it. Please. "Wtf is a poop knife?" Obviously he has one, but maybe he calls it by a more delicate name. A fecal cleaver? A Dung divider? A guano glaive? I explain what it is I want and why I want it. He starts giggling. Then laughing. Then lots of people start laughing. It turns out, the music stopped and everyone heard my pleas through the door. It also turns out that none of them had poop knives, it was just my fucked up family with their fucked up bowels. FML. I told this to my wife last night, who was amused and horrified at the same time. It turns out that she did not know what a poop knife was and had been using the old rusty knife hanging in the utility closet as a basic utility knife. Thankfully she didn't cook with it, but used it to open Amazon boxes. She will be getting her own utility knife now.
There's a few YouTube short documentaries about the making of GoldenEye on N64. Basically it was comprised mostly of a bunch of junior developers and other people who wound up making something special. Perfect Dark was their attempt at a big budget polished game.
Goldeneye was much better than perfect dark. If I recall correctly there was that one weapon that was like a sniper rifle that could see and shoot through walls that was badass but terrible for the competitive balance
Goldeneye 64 had so many shitty aspects in multiplayer, most notably that you'd have to crouch to shoot anyone who played as Odd Job. Not saying Perfect Dark was, perfect, but they cleaned up quite a bit what they originally worked on.
Perfect Dark was a great game but yeah def not a classic like Goldeneye. I went back to play it a few years ago and holy fuck the controls are almost impossible to grasp after things got normalized for shooters on xbox and playstation
Yeah, I had a student bring an N64 with Goldeneye to school during exam week. Started playing it and IMMEDIATELY quit saying “I don’t want to ruin my memories of playing this.”