A New Jersey firefighter decided to turn his own birthday party completely upside down. He had discovered his wife was cheating on him and decided to expose her at his own party.
He knew all about the Plan B pills she had to take, he knew about the other guy’s “skinny little pale thing,” and he knew it was over too. He pretended to need the ring off her finger, then tore into her and let everyone who was there know she was cheating.
The viral clip starts with the birthday boy announcing, “Even though it’s my birthday, I got her a little something right. Little happy wife, happy life bullshit.”
Nobody has any idea what’s about to happen. He’s handed a ring box as if he’s about to upgrade his wife’s ring or something. People think they’re witnessing a sweet moment between this seemingly lovely couple.
He has her join him, pulls the brilliant move of having her take her current ring off and give it to him, then plants a mafia-style kiss on her before letting her know that he knows all about her cheating.
“I f*cking know everything,” he says. “That’s right b*tch. I know everything. I had to see his skinny little pale thing. I wasn’t impressed. I know all about the Plan B pills you had to take.”
It seems like justice to me. I’ve had cheating whores in my past and getting rid of them was worth it every time. I even had to cut them out on social media when they tried to come back in my life. Fuck that.
Every horse that ran the 151st Kentucky Derby on Saturday in Louisville, Kentucky, is reportedly descended from one American champion.
Pedigrees apparently show those horses are descended from Secretariat, the horse that in 1973 ran the fastest mile-and-a-quarter in the derby’s history, the Louisville Courier Journalreported Saturday.
Looking back six generations of most horses will reportedly show they are descended from a champion such as Secretariat or Northern Dancer, the outlet said.
According to derby contending trainer Whit Beckman, “It’s one of those stats. It’s bound to happen at some point with how much he shows up in every single pedigree. It’s really cool. Very cool.”
Secretariat was a thoroughbred racehorse that became the first in 25 years to win the Triple Crown in 1973, per History.com. According to the site:
In 1974, Secretariat was inducted into the National Museum of Racing and Hall of Fame. In 1999, he was the only non-human included among ESPN’s 50 greatest athletes of the century and he became the first thoroughbred to be honored with his own U.S. Postal stamp. Outside the paddock at Belmont Park now stands a statue of Secretariat with both his front feet in the air.
It’s no secret the Left is miserable. You can see it in their faces, literally, hear it in their rage, and feel it in every joyless comment they make online. For them, politics isn’t just a topic—it’s their entire personality. God, family, humor, hobbies? Nah. Their whole identity is wrapped around being angry, offended, and endlessly activated.
Meanwhile, conservatives are out here doing something radical: living life. Smiling. Starting families. Touching grass. Being normal.
And now, a new study validates these differences and says the quiet part out loud: the Right is not only much happier—we’re way better looking, too.
An article published in “Nature” analyzed over 3,300 photos to explore the connection between facial features and political views. The results weren’t too flattering for our angry, homely friends on the Left. Turns out, science isn’t their friend after all.
Boundaries are not walls or dividers. They are a personal list of what is and isn’t okay for you as an introvert.
As a counselor, I see many introverts come to my office struggling to set healthy boundaries. This doesn’t mean they’ve failed in some way because, let’s be honest, most of us have never been taught how to do this — and it’s not easy. I often help by showing them a few simple strategies.
To be clear, both introverts and extroverts can struggle with setting boundaries, so it’s certainly not just an introvert issue. Yet, in my experience, they struggle for different reasons. There are typically two main roadblocks for us “quiet ones”:
Introverts, many of whom are compassionate and eager to help, often see boundaries as walls rather than healthy limits.
Over the course of our sessions, I help my introverted clients understand that boundaries aren’t barriers or dividers. They are guidelines, rules, or limits that define reasonable, safe, and mentally healthy ways for others to treat them — and how they will respond when those limits are crossed.
Simply put, personal boundaries are a list of what is and isn’t okay.
Again, to be very clear, not every introvert struggles with setting boundaries. But in general, because of their empathy, introspection, and compassion, some introverts tend to see boundaries as obstacles to relationships. They may view saying no as unkind, and setting boundaries may even feel wrong.
In reality, boundaries are the foundation of an empathetic, compassionate relationship. As Brené Brown writes in Rising Strong, “Compassionate people ask for what they need. They say no when they need to, and when they say yes, they mean it. They’re compassionate because their boundaries keep them out of resentment.”
A Case Example: My Introverted Client
Sometimes, introverts come to me feeling upset or frustrated about a friend or loved one who isn’t meeting their expectations. One young woman, an introvert, was desperately trying to help her depressed friend. She repeatedly came to me with feelings of resentment and anger, saying, “No matter what I do, she isn’t getting better.”
This woman was so empathetic that she was pouring everything she had into trying to pull her friend out of depression. When we looked deeper, we realized she had an unspoken expectation — that her friend would get better because of her efforts. She believed she could heal her friend, and when that didn’t happen, she took it as a personal failure.
Instead of setting boundaries about when she would offer support and when she needed to take time for herself, she kept investing more energy, time, and effort into making her friend meet an expectation that wasn’t hers to control.
The more we talked, the more she realized that this wasn’t true empathy or compassion — it was actually harmful to both of them.
The Life-Changing Power of Setting Boundaries
Brené Brown captures it beautifully in The Gifts of Imperfection: “When we fail to set boundaries and hold people accountable, we feel used and mistreated. This is why we sometimes attack who they are, which is far more hurtful than addressing a behavior or a choice.”
My client began setting boundaries with her friend. She still offered support with kindness, but she no longer felt responsible for fixing the problem. She allowed herself to take breaks, spend time with other friends, and prioritize her own well-being. As a result, she became more present and compassionate with her struggling friend, and her own stress significantly decreased.
This is the life-changing power of setting boundaries.
3 Steps to Better Boundaries
Do you struggle to set healthy boundaries? Here are three key steps I share with my clients that can help you, too:
1. Decide what is okay and what isn’t in your life.
Start by reflecting on your values. Who are you? What matters most to you? Your boundaries are about you, so take the time to identify what you truly need from others. For example, as an introvert, you likely value alone time — your boundaries should reflect that.
Pay attention to your emotions, as they often signal where boundaries are needed. Do certain situations leave you feeling frustrated or resentful? Is there someone you frequently complain about? Do you feel suffocated, taken advantage of, or even unsafe in a particular relationship? Emotions are like warning flags, waving to get your attention and reveal areas in your life that may need stronger boundaries.
2. Communicate your boundaries.
For introverts, who often prioritize their inner world over external interactions, expressing boundaries can feel daunting —especially if it’s your first time. Here are some tips to help:
Keep it short and simple. Boundaries sound like this: “If you… (for example, don’t pay rent on time again), then I… (for example, will ask you to move out).”
Expect some discomfort. When you start setting boundaries, you may feel ashamed or afraid. Don’t lose heart — these feelings are normal! Keep going.
Trust your timing. You will set boundaries when you are ready, and not a minute sooner.
You are allowed to say no. For example, “Don’t vent your anger on me — I won’t tolerate it,” or “I won’t let you disrespect me. If you cannot treat me with respect, then stay away.” If someone continues to disregard your boundaries, you have every right to limit or cut off contact.
Your privacy is yours to control. Nobody can demand to know your thoughts or personal business. What you choose to share is up to you, not what others expect or want.
You have the right to your own mind. Nobody has the right to dictate what you think, feel, or do. Your thoughts, feelings, values, and beliefs belong to you.
Ram truck fans got exciting news two weeks ago when a dealer in Wisconsin leaked details of an internal Stellantis presentation confirming the return of the 5.7-liter Hemi V-8 in the Ram 1500, which for the 2025 model year had gone six-cylinder-only. A new report claims other Hemis, including the 6.4-liter “392” and supercharged 6.2-liter “Hellcat” V-8s are also coming available again after a year off, and they’re not headed only to Ram trucks but also the new Dodge Charger, which launched this year in all-electric Daytona guise but with six-cylinder Sixpack models to follow.
(Okay, for sticklers, we should point out that the non-392 6.4-liter V-8 has remained in production for Ram HD models while other variants were discontinued for the 2025 model year.)
According to anonymous sources speaking with MoparInsiders, Hemi production will restart in August at the Dundee Engine Plant in Michigan, and it won’t be limited to the 5.7-liter V-8 as previously reported. If the sources are correct, the plant will build all Hemi variants, including the 392 and Hellcat engines. Whether that includes all variants of the Hellcat remains to be seen.
A separate report from the same outlet published a day later claims Dodge engineers are hard at work fitting the Hemi V-8 under the hood of the new Charger, which controversially dropped all eight-cylinder engines for this new generation, much like the Ram 1500. We reported back in 2022 this would happen based on information from our own sources, but Dodge denied that report and seemed to be committed to a Hemi-less muscle car future. The new report suggests the V-8 Charger will come to market some time next year, following the EV model already available and the Sixpack inline-six models coming this summer.
The initial report goes on to say the engines will likely be carryover designs, but that new enhancements could be in the cards. It also broached the possibility of a new Hemi variant with even greater displacement than the 6.4-liter engine already found in the Ram HD.
Reached for comment, a Ram spokesperson called the report “speculation.” Stellantis has not officially confirmed the Hemi is returning to production, only that the truck-specific 6.4-liter V-8 would remain in production.
According to the internal email leaked earlier this month, both the 5.7-liter and 6.4-liter V-8s will be offered in Ram 1500 models. Previously, only the 5.7 was offered in 1500s while the 6.4 was reserved for HD models, so this could be more than just a reversal, Ram may be going all-in on V-8s in an effort to boost flagging sales with sportier light-duty trucks. Recently returned Ram CEO Tim Kuniskis previously told MotorTrend two months ago he wasn’t sure the removal of the Hemi was to blame for sluggish sales and would need time to analyze the problem. Recent reports seem to indicate Kuniskis has come to that conclusion and may be working to rectify it.
Let’s take a trip to Virginia, where a high school track and field meet escalated into violence after an athlete allegedly assaulted her opponent by blasting them on the head with a baton in the middle of a relay race.
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
Some of the characters in this story aren’t going to make it to the end.
Unless you make the inner circle, you’re probably going to have to go, or at least wait a long time to get me to do something with you.
The introvert joke says that people die in my autobiography, but I’m not going to kill anyone. It’s more like avoiding them until they go away or just keep saying no to doing shit together that I don’t want to do.
Hooters of America is reportedly gearing up for a bankruptcy filing in the coming months as the iconic restaurant chain struggles with declining foot traffic and mounting debt, sources familiar with the matter told Bloomberg.
The Atlanta-based casual dining chain has enlisted the legal muscle of Ropes & Gray to handle its restructuring, while turnaround specialists at boutique advisory firm Accordion Partners are helping sort out the financial mess, according to sources who requested anonymity while discussing private dealings. The bankruptcy process is expected to kick off within the next two months.
Soon to be unemployed? Hooters waitress from Savannah, Georgia
Hooters’ creditors aren’t sitting idly by either. Some debtholders have tapped investment banking powerhouse Houlihan Lokey Inc. for advice, underscoring the severity of the chain’s financial troubles.
Declining Sales and Mounting Debt
The company has been struggling with cash flow issues as customers increasingly flock to other casual dining and fast-casual options. In recent years, several Hooters locations have closed their doors, a clear sign that the once-popular brand known for its wings and waitstaff is facing an existential crisis.
Adding to the financial woes, Hooters took on significant debt in 2021, issuing about $300 million in asset-backed bonds. These bonds, structured as whole-business securitizations, used the company’s franchise fees and other assets as collateral—a move common among restaurant chains looking to leverage their brand value for quick cash.
Executives Stay Silent
Despite the growing speculation, representatives for Hooters, Accordion Partners, and Ropes & Gray did not respond to requests for comment. A spokesperson for Houlihan Lokey also declined to weigh in on the situation.
The looming bankruptcy marks a dramatic downturn for a brand that once dominated the sports bar scene with its signature wings and controversial-but-effective marketing. With an increasingly competitive restaurant landscape and shifting consumer preferences, Hooters now faces the challenge of reinventing itself—or risk being left in the dust.
For now, it looks like the chain’s famous orange shorts and tight cash flow may both be on the chopping block.
I haven’t been in decades and let’s face it, the food isn’t that great. They show just as much at the gym and I can work out instead of stuff my face with unhealthy food.
A Connecticut mother explained on Thursday why she voted for President Donald Trump in 2024 after casting ballots for independent candidates in 2016 and 2020.
In an appearance on journalist Mark Halperin’s “2WAY Tonight” Axios’ Trump White House reporter Marc Caputo asked a woman identified as Alex when she decided she had to vote for Trump rather than an independent candidate in the 2024 election. She cited the treatment of children and parents under former President Joe Biden’s administration as the main motivator.
“There’s a lot of reasons, but I would say the biggest reason was what was done to my children during the Biden years regarding masks and vaccines and coming after parents,” Alex said. “A lot of what was going on in the schools. And I basically wanted a return to the late ’90s … and Trump, to me, seems like a return to the late ’90s. I want inappropriate jokes. I want fun.”
A woman in the driver’s seat of the front car then steps out and delivers an eloquent soliloquy on the dangers of imprudent vehicular navigation straight out of a modern remake of Shakespeare’s “Tempest.”
“Let’s go! Get out of the f***ing car! You were riding my f***ing a**! Get out of the f***ing car there, b****!” the woman screams to the driver of the red car. “Get out! Get out!”
It can’t be heard what the driver of the car said, but she responded, “I didn’t touch your f***ing car, b****!” At that point, a man got out of the driver’s side of the red car to calm the situation down.
“Come and touch me … come and put your f***ing hands on me! I ain’t drivin’ crazy! Your b**** was on my g*****n a**!” so sayeth our cultured protagonist.
The man did not put his hands on her, so she obliged by … telling him to get out of her face, and when he did, punching him in the face.
Given biological differences between the genders and the fact that crazy people don’t necessarily make for the wisest, most prudent street-fighters, you can probably guess what happened next:
Like always, she got her ass kicked when she thought she could take a guy. It’s why we don’t believe that girls are really hero’s because shit like this always happens. They watch Black Widow or the Flag Football commercial at the Super Bowl and think they aren’t going to get an ass whooping.
If there were a biography about you, what would the title be?
How to enjoy being alone by yourself. How to not care what others think or let it affect your self-esteem. How to have passion about your avocation to the point that you excel past others who do the same thing over a variety of activities.
I could go on, but you get the point. It’s the introvert thing again.
t’s not as easy as you would think for OnlyFans models to land a date for Valentine’s Day. In fact, one content creator has struck out every year for a decade.
Erika Amore hasn’t been able to end her Valentine’s Day slump, and she knows exactly the reasons why. The first two reasons on the top of the list, she tells TMZ, are her 36K boobs.
How do her enormous boobs play into not being able to date? Good question. It turns out that the men she’s come in contact with don’t take her seriously.
Amore becomes more of a fetish to them than an actual date. In other words, they have a hard time getting past her boobs.
They treat them like “a shiny new toy,” one they toss aside when they’re finished. She says some of the guys she’s met are completely obsessed with them.
Carl’s Jr. Super Bowl ad brings back bikini-clad burger models after yearslong clampdown
Make America Hot Again.
Carl’s Jr., which ditched its sexualized commercials eight years ago, is bringing back its bikini-and-burgers formula for the Super Bowl.
TikTok influencer Alix Earle stars in a new commercial from Carl’s Jr. promoting its new “hangover burger” for football fans needing a pick-me-up after game day.
“Just what you need to cure that post party bug,” Earle says, dressed in a skimpy outfit as she parades through a car wash and takes a bite of the super-loaded breakfast burger.
Mountain Dew Flushes Millions Down Toilet In Freakish Super Bowl Ad
Mountain Dew dished out millions of dollars for a bizarre Super Bowl ad that included the face of Seal the artist actually on a seal’s body.
The ad dropped Feb. 5 and, sadly for Mountain Dew, it’s too late to take it back. The mistake has already been made and their money has already been wasted. The freakish video clip featured Seal singing a new rendition of his hit song “Kiss from a Rose” and, thanks to AI, his face was actually plastered onto the body of a seal.
The odd plot started with Mountain Dew’s Mountain Dude offering Becky G a drink from a bottle of Mountain Dew Baja Blast. Becky took a sip and entered some sort of weird portal before landing in a boat with Mountain Dude. The camera flicked to Seal — atop the body of a seal — singing his song while perched awkwardly on a rock. Set your standards a tad lower if you plan on watching this ad.
In college back in the 70’s, I worked with punch cards on some timeshare system that the school had, but I have no idea what it was.
My first real computer was an IBM System 34, in the pre-PC days. We coded in RPG II and even had Star Trek as a game on it. It used 8-inch floppies, had 4K of memory, and maybe a 4 MB hard disk (the memories are hazy from those days).
Sure the internet is helpful, but it makes you work longer and you can’t escape life always being connected. You used to leave work at work when you went home.
Music wasn’t computerized and today’s kids still listen to Led Zeppelin, Queen, and other bands from that era.
Our cars were faster without computer chips, sounded cooler, and sell for unbelievable amounts at auctions now because they were that special.
The girls were girls and not people wondering what gender they should be or how they should hate men today. They were way better looking and at least tried to be modest.
We were the last to play outside without pervs trying to steal and rape us.
We had no idea that those really were the good old days.
Now, things are faster and everything is at your fingertips, but we can read cursive, maps and can get places without someone telling us to turn right.
This happened around 1984 when you’d get kicked out of a place and likely arrested for being in a girl’s restroom.
I went out with Tracy for a brief time in my mid-20s. She was the girl that introduced me to the term sport fucking. I thought that was only something guys did, but she didn’t have any problems with it. For her, it was going out, picking a guy and giving him the goods, no strings attached.
She didn’t have any problems with one-night stands if she wanted one and was down for just about anything. Even though she loved head, her technique wasn’t that great, but who’s going to kick a gift horse in the mouth?
She also didn’t have any problems flashing her tits at a school bus of boy scouts while at a stop light either. That was a busload of boys who I’m sure rubbed one out for the next month given the show she and her girlfriend who was in on the prank put on for them.
How It Started
I met her at Fantasy Fest in Key West. She came as my then roommate Al’s guest for the weekend. They weren’t dating, rather just there for fun and we all stayed in the same house.
There was a girl sunbathing topless on the beach and Al woke up at 1 am later that night to her pleasuring herself while describing the plentiful size of the (then med school) girl’s boobs. I’d seen them on the beach also and they were spectacular. I even talked to said girl during the party on the street and she had a boyfriend or I would have made the move.
I dressed as Dr Strangelove, a gynecologist. I had a metal speculum that I clicked for the girls on the street. About 2 steps past me, every one of them turned around and said, “I know what that is!”. It was a good joke for all.
Al told me they weren’t an item, she was just available and liked to give it up. He had no problems with me getting a piece of the action when we got back home as she wasn’t marriage material. It was satirically funny that her first marriage was to a guy whose last name was Tracy, making her Tracy Tracy.
The Bathroom
I decided to take her to Bennigan’s for dinner. It was dinner and sex and was pretty well agreed on up front by both parties (sport fucking for her). The restaurant was empty as it was a weekday except for us and a party of girls going out after work for dinner and booze. They were loud and I’m guessing about 10 of them at one table drinking margaritas.
As things go, I had to hit the men’s room. When I excused myself, Tracy said let’s go to the girl’s room. At the risk of getting kicked out for untoward behavior, I agreed. I’d been in a girl’s room, but when it was closed off for cleaning. I was young and stupid and it seemed worth the risk.
To my relief, there was no one in there so we walked through the powder room, went into the same stall and both relieved ourselves.
I was a few drinks down so was pretty happy with myself for the bold move, all the while hoping that we’d be soon walking out nonetheless for wear and also not kicked out as we hadn’t eaten yet.
Just about that time, all 10 of the girls from the other table came in. Girls go to the bathroom together. Even Tracy kind of got worried so I stood on the toilet seat while her legs and girls’ shoes were visible below the stall door.
The girls took up every stall and all started going at once. 10 girls peeing together sounded like Niagra Falls. Tracy and I were trying not to laugh at the situation and were just going to wait it out until the crowd left. Then we’d celebrate what we were getting away with. She was a giggler though and I was sure we would be made. I could see my picture in the paper, busted and my burgeoning career derailed for unbecoming behavior.
Instead of just heading back to the table, the girls assembled in the powder room to fix their makeup. Girls going to the bathroom together can take forever and never shut up. They made a lot of noise yapping about a lot of things they would have wished I didn’t hear about.
Finally, it seemed like the coast was clear and we agreed to walk out and try to make it back to our table instead of the back of a police car.
Thinking they were all gone and back at their table, we decided to make our break.
I decided that if I was going to be arrested, I was going to do it in style, so I walked out of the stall as if I owned the joint. In passing through the powder room, there were still a couple of stragglers and I got the look of a nice Sunday surprise. I made eye contact with one of them and her mouth dropped open.
As it turned out, we had to walk by their table to get to ours and at least 7 were sitting down, but knew what happened in there. Their table faced the women’s restroom and they saw me come out after they were done. I walked right past them and grinned and even caught a couple of laughs from their table. Their margaritas had taken their effect, fortunately.
Our dinner came out and we ate and left, albeit faster than we normally would have. It was somewhere between not wanting to see a cop car and wanting to get back to her apartment for some sport fucking.
At the end of the day, I don’t think anyone really gave a shit. The other girls had a story to tell, it got Tracy all excited, which worked for my libido and I got stuck in a girl’s bathroom for 15 minutes with 10 other women.
We didn’t last long being a couple as I was in a time of life when girls regularly came in and out of it. Neither of us cared. We didn’t have any feelings for each other (besides some youthful lust) and I even went back for seconds on several booty calls.
Those were the days I was single, then I got married. See Marriage Monday memes to get a feel for that.
He loves everyone, but at the end of the day, he comes to me over everyone else. He’s as much of a dog as there is. He digs, pisses on everything when we walk, barks at the delivery people, loses his mind over cats, squirrels and deer but loves getting his ears scratched.
My truck is automatic, but I learned to double clutch on an old car with a crashbox. My son’s sports car has a 6 speed that I drive for fun when I can.
Here they are….
Remember when nearly every car had a stick? Sadly, manual transmissions aren’t as popular as they used to be. Automakers have phased out their six-speeds over the years as fewer customers crave the ol’ do-it-yourself shifter.
But don’t worry, it’s not all doom and gloom.
There are nearly 30 cars you can still buy with a manual transmission in 2025. The options range from sports cars and sports sedans to SUVs—and even a truck. With many iconic models ditching their manuals for the new year, we’re happy to see that there are still survivors out there. Stay strong.
Marriage Monday Memes – I thought this was one of the better ones, although I had to explain the pineapple juice reference to one of my friends. That tells me what I needed to know about his wife without him saying so.
A horse and a chicken grew up together on the farm and were the best friends. They went everywhere together. One day, the horse waded into the pond to get a drink, and he realized that his feet were stuck in the mud and that he was sinking. He yelled for the chicken and said,
“I’m stuck in the mud and sinking, go get help, go get the farmer!”
The chicken ran to the house and, realizing the farmer wasn’t home, grabbed the Porshe keys, drove down by the barn, got a length of rope, sped back to the pond, tied the rope to the bumper of the car, threw the other end to the horse, and pulled the horse out of the water.
A couple of weeks later the chicken stepped into a mud puddle in the farm yard and realized that her feet were stuck and that she was sinking.
She hollered for the horse, “Go get the car!”
The horse said, “I don’t need the car.”
He stepped over the mud puddle, straddled it with one foot on each edge, and said, “grab my pecker and pull yourself out.”
The moral of this story is: If you’re hung like a horse, you don’t need a Porsche to pick up chicks.
I’m very content to be by myself. When you can do that, then being with others is fun, but not a requirement for fun. I do a lot of things and have a lot of activities, but they are taxing on my social battery. I don’t long for that like others
I was alone with my dog when this question came across my blog feed. I’m very content with just him and me and I realized that is fun.
The hustle and bustle of life doesn’t thrill me anymore.
Walmart employees at certain U.S. stores were given body cameras to wear as part of a pilot program, CNBC reported Tuesday.
It is unclear how many Walmart locations have placed body cameras on store-level associates. Witnesses and images distributed online showed signs at entry points to locations warning shoppers that it has “body-worn cameras in use,” according to the outlet.
I know they can. I have to spell certain words as my dog knows exactly what I’m saying when I use them.
Dogs can form meaningful two-word combinations using soundboards, proving intentional communication.
Over 260,000 button presses by 152 dogs showed specific requests like “outside” + “potty.”
Dogs focus on immediate needs, unlike humans, who use soundboards for emotional expressions.
Future research may explore dogs’ ability to refer to past events or future plans.
Soundboards could revolutionize pet-owner communication and deepen interspecies understanding.
Dogs have long been considered “man’s best friend,” but a groundbreaking study published in Scientific Reports suggests that our furry companions are far more intelligent — and communicative — than we give them credit for.
The research reveals that dogs trained to use soundboards can form meaningful two-word combinations, proving they are not just randomly pressing buttons but deliberately communicating with humans. This discovery not only challenges our understanding of canine intelligence but also opens the door to deeper insights into animal cognition.
In my younger days, I was passionate about fishing. At the time, I was inland so lake fishing was my only real weekend option, so I was all in. I was good with catching anything, but bass and stripers were at the top of the food chain.
One winter day, my fishing buddy (read he had a boat and I didn’t) Brian called me up and said let’s go. I checked the weather report and it was going to be in the 30’s, but I had nothing to do so my dumbass bundled up and went out on the lake.
I knew damn well that the fish had lockjaw under 40 degrees, but away we went, at zero dark thirty o’clock.
I figured it would be a day of casting practice and not catching, but that never stopped a fisherman. The ride to the perfect spot is never short, so we blasted through the freezing air as fast as the bass boat could go. No sense in going at a reasonable speed. I had to wait once we got there just to de-ice.
Here’s where the story begins.
At some point, the coffee went through me and I had to piss. I waited as long as I could so that when I reached the moment of truth, I could actually go.
So here I am on the back of the boat about ready to bust and now I have to take off a jacket, gloves, a pair of Ski pants, long johns, thermal underwear, and finally try to find my dick.
It was all (relatively) warm at about 32 degrees, but once my dick hit the freezing air, it revolted and said not today Jack. As I said, I was at the moment of truth and had to go. I was hoping for a huge stream to get it over with and not piss on the boat because then I’d have to stick my hand in the freezing water to wash it off.
After digging through all of my clothes and trying to get ready to force it out, My dick tried to crawl inside my body. It gave a weak effort, so I’m trying not to piss on my clothes, the boat, and trying to hit the water instead of everything else. I managed to get it done, but I don’t recall my dick being that cold ever before. It even revoted when I had to grab it with freezing fingers.
As for fishing, on a day we should have been skunked, I slayed the bass. I seemed to throw the right lure in the right place all day. I caught them off of stumps, on the spawning beds, on crankbaits, and on worms.
It was a helluva day fishing, but a terrible time trying to take a leak. I think that was the last time I tried that, although I’ve spent plenty of time in a tree stand hunting deer and trying not to piss.
These are still the early posts. While some are better than others, they were better when I first started this. This is still last year’s stuff before some of you started following me.
Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?
I’ve been around the world, to most of the continents. It was for both business and pleasure. I’ve stayed in the finest hotels and some dumps. I’ve eaten with the best chefs and at a choke and puke.
I don’t want to do that anymore. The sense of adventure isn’t enough to make me want to fight the people, the waits, the lines, and the crappy service.
The answer now is that I want to be Home or my place in the mountains. I have my stuff in my place and I don’t have to fight airports, and security lines, stay in places that aren’t mine and someone full of germs was just there before me.
It’s because I’m an introvert and getting old. I don’t care anymore. I don’t have to see everything and right now, there’s nothing I want more than to be in my place, preferably alone with my dog.
This has been going on for a while, before many started following me. I’m putting it up in reverse chronological order so there is some stuff that many have never seen. Also, I feel like some of the first ones were better stuff for some reason.
There is a lot of them, so I’m breaking it up so you can get through them.
My dog of course. He’s the one I spend the most time with. Being an introvert, having him is better than most other people I encounter. When I go to someone’s house, I almost always gravitate to the pets if there are a lot of people. Introverts will relate to that one.
Next, most other dogs. I spent the weekend dog-sitting for my son and had fun with both of them.
Way out of that thought pattern came Cheetah. I like how fast it is and since I’m a big F1 fan, I thought of that.
Completely unrelated though are people that mistreat animals. They should be punished way worse than they are to stop this behavior. From building wind farms and killing whales to being cruel like tying a dog to a post and leaving it during Hurricane Helene (I’m not going to link to it because it pissed me off so much).
I hope someone has a good animal story or one about a really unusual animal.
I grew up in Central Florida and spent the summers at the beach. It was the days before crowds and huge Condos. I lived another 2 decades in South Florida where the beach was minutes away and I took advantage of it. There were huge condos and large parking queues to get there.
I enjoyed my time there and loved it when I went.
Either my family or I owned a beach house for 4 decades so I’m quite familiar with that environment. It’s just like going to Disney, but with sand in everything.
Now, the last decade has been spent in the mountains. I’ve done both for a long time.
It’s the mountains now by a lot. Just the drive alone getting there is worth it as the view is awesome, instead of a boring flat traffic-laden drive to where everyone else is going.
I got tired of the heat, sand, tourists, and traffic that comes with the beach.
In the mountains, I can get away with no people, less traffic and when it’s 100 percent humidity and over 90 degrees at the beach, I’m enjoying the 70 degree weather. There are fewer tourists (fewer assholes) and the peace and quiet is worth it.
Maybe it’s just me, but this is an easy decision. I get to spend my summers in the beauty of what is God’s Country. They never say that about the beach.
I never think about the beach anymore, especially in the summer. I always want to get away to the mountains.
I said before that an intraparty civil war may be brewing in the Democratic Party in the wake of the Republican Party’s tremendous victory in the 2024 elections. And evidence continues to build.
Everyone is looking to blame someone for the loss. Fingers have been pointed at Joe Biden for not dropping out earlier, Kamala Harris for running a terrible campaign, and Tim Walz for being Tim Walz. The party’s problems appear to be getting worse, as Pelosi is now being told to “take a seat” and get out of the way.
Among other issues, Pelosi faces mounting criticism from her Democrat colleagues for publicly undermining her successor, House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries. Pelosi’s recent remarks, particularly in an interview with the New York Times, have ignited a firestorm within the party, with several Democrats privately expressing their frustration.
The tension stems from Pelosi’s comments suggesting that President Joe Biden should have exited the 2024 race earlier. “Had that happened, there may have been other candidates in the race,” she said, fueling yet another round of finger-pointing between Biden and Harris factions.
While the Times article included more complimentary and caveated language than originally indicated, the damage was done. Pelosi, once the undisputed power in the House, has once again sparked divisions within her own party.
Delusions of Adequacy 
