Km makes sense. And few people run 30-60Km a week, so that threw me. I’ve known exactly one person to run that per week, and she was an outlier.
So, let me do the math, this guy is running 18-38 miles a week? OK. LOL, I walk that. :)
Km makes sense. And few people run 30-60Km a week, so that threw me. I’ve known exactly one person to run that per week, and she was an outlier.
So, let me do the math, this guy is running 18-38 miles a week? OK. LOL, I walk that. :)
Those are the guys who get fat after high school. They drop the “calories out” thing, still eat like a race horse, wonder what happened.
and run 30-60k a week
You mean calories? I’m a little lost.
You just described how it works! People get mixed up on calorie intake. I’m scrawny, but when I eat, I eat. No calories other than beer at night. Not a Coke, not a single pork rind, not even a Jolly Rancher. Nada.
So people see that and think, “Gosh! Wish I had a metabolism like his!” Nah. I just don’t eat in between meals.
I remember a 6th-grade pizza party where I horked down 10 slices. And I was always one of the smallest guys, last picked for teams, all that. I was fucking amazed at myself.
Us skinny people, and the people observing us eat, usually got it all wrong. I thought I could eat superhuman amounts of food and stay skinny. Nah. When people watched me go to town, that was the only food I put in my face that day. Not a single calorie otherwise.
My wife started getting a gut. LOL, she’s barely 3-digits. Mystified! “Uh, babe? You’re snarfing candy all day.”
I got a hella beer belly a few years ago. Guess what? I had been going around the office, filling my thermos with the coffee leftovers, and chunking 1/4 cup of sugar in there. Took a few months to dial that back. :)
All that ramble to say, none of us are very good judges of calories in/calories out.
Is that the same bird as a shrike?
This still has me laughing after it was posted a month ago.
Give me a break. How about the people having kids in:
As to racism, we watched Mississippi Burning last night. My wife isn’t from America and was horrified. “Honey, that was happening when our parents were kids.”
Press up on your taint. Helps much!
Or it’s a country bar and you have to pee in a common trough.
You can yeet goldfish. Carp are stupid tough. It’s the tropical fish we often keep that are kinda wimpy. Also, they’re not coming from a super healthy environment (the store) to our tanks.
What makes you think working people weren’t healthy 100-years ago? As to why you think she looks healthy, she’s not fat as fuck.
Here’s NYC, 11-years previous. What do we see? I see a thriving society.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UERgaTAPKb4
What we won’t see is a single fat fuck. And no one can argue this is some sort of suffering, starving society. FFS, they’re actively building skyscrapers, pushing tech to the limit.
More likely, From Dusk Til Dawn we’re hearing:
“All right, pussy, pussy, pussy! Come on in pussy lovers! Here at the Titty Twister we’re slashing pussy in half! Give us an offer on our vast selection of pussy, this is a pussy blow out! All right, we got white pussy, black pussy, Spanish pussy, yellow pussy, we got hot pussy, cold pussy, we got wet pussy, we got smelly pussy, we got hairy pussy, bloody pussy, we got snappin’ pussy, we got silk pussy, velvet pussy, Naugahyde pussy, we even got horse pussy, dog pussy, chicken pussy! Come on, you want pussy, come on in, pussy lovers! If we don’t got it, you don’t want it! Come on in, pussy lovers!”
Or, the “we got dick” version.
Love it when the frogs go off at night.
“Fuck ME! Pick ME! Pick me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me.”
These are pricey, but you will be happy. Got these 4-years ago and they’re strong, soft, no holes.
Not a “known” serial killer, but it wouldn’t surprise me if this guy killed more than the one woman he ate and raped (her corpse):
Buddy of mine picked up old washers and dryers for free or close enough. Fixed and flipped 'em on eBay marketplace. Made several hundred a week.
The genius is that those appliances are easy to work on and usually have compatible parts. I went over to get a part from him and there were only 2 that fit all American washers.
I used to pick up vacuum cleaners on my paper route. Got stoned at night and cleaned them, maybe added a new belt and bag, perfect. Sold for $20 a pop. (This was in the 90s).
Another friend used to go out with her husband early on trash days and pick up free stuff by the road. Had a garage sale every Saturday, 6-7 hours tops, made $300-$400. “We take our neighbor’s trash and sell it back to them!”
Footfall nails this. Aliens show up and drop rocks on us from orbit. The reason we prevail is the only plot I’ve read that makes sense.
They didn’t invent the ships or tech they’re riding in and aren’t much, if at all, more advanced than us. Plus, we figure out their rigid social hierarchy and turn it on them. Also, we nuked Kansas.
Started Grimm’s tales today. First story: A lady in waiting screws the princess out of her husband and takes her place. Once the king figures it out he asks the fraud how she would punish a person who did such a thing.
“Throw her in a box with a buncha nails pointing inwards and drag her happy ass behind two white horses until she’s fucking dead.”
(I’m paraphrasing.)
King: 10-4. I know you’re the fraud. Have fun with your recommended sentence.
See the Turtle! Ain’t he keen!
Are you certain?! That’s concentration camp calories if one isn’t moving, at all. Hell, I’d think your brain alone burns that much. I’m not calling bullshit, I’d really like to understand.