Oof, noted.

I’ll keep that in my head as something to watch for

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The 10 round magazine limit was probably their biggest gripe

You’re right, I’ve never been to California to experience things first hand. I was hanging in the Nevada desert with a group of 2A’s that make their own ammo, shooting things that were most likely war crimes, and they had nothing nice to say about California and their laws.

Probably not the best source, but it’s the one I have.

Trying to buy bras for my wife has been an eye opening experience.

One thing that I haven’t seen mentioned here yet is the Wild West of standards once you get to big cup sizes. Apparently DD is the same as E, DDD is an F, and I’ve even seen a DDDD, which would be a G. Depending on cuts, brands, and styles, her size can go from a DD to an I.

Not to mention these things are like $100 for a “cheap” one. The amount of engineering it has to take to design that shit is probably a few years of grad school.

Sounds like the friend is shooting his shot like the guy in the comic…

My job…

10 year old me would be amazed

21 year old me would call me a sell out

30 year old me would nod approvingly

Current age me is getting too old for this shit

I think California would need to change a few gun laws before trying to go to war against the ret of the US.

As a black guy, I can confirm that I do have arm hair. It’s very fine, though, and blends in unless you’re specifically looking for it.

…well shit.

I had “Thunder Punch” He-man who had a little backpack that took the circle 6-shot caps. You twisted his torso & got a BANG! with the punch.

The 80’s were a time

As a cis male, I’ve exclusively been called “Hun / Hon” by waitresses and gay men.

I’ve not been offended by any of them.

I had a couple with spring loaded “crash damage”, one on the side and one on the rear. When it got hit hard enough, the panel would flip around and the car would be “dented”.

Was awesome.

We didn’t do exhaust work

I’d have looked up the blue book value of her car, doubled it, then gave that number and said “plus labor”.

Sorry, I’d be worried about Half-Demon magical powered telepathic crazy…

… The group chat is going to hate me.

inserts ID card:

Bunny ears, Jar, Pill, Heart.

Door Opens

It pulls me into the fetal position for a good cry

Think about direction, wonder where you are because you remember dumb song lyrics and not navigation skills.

That’s actually the one I own! It’s a blast and full of little D&D references, but you don’t have to know anything about D&D to play.