It's Friday. Unplug this weekend. Enjoy some fresh air, go for a walk, frolic in a field, meditate, enjoy campfire beers, read a book, rekindle a favorite hobby or project. Finding new and creative ways to spend time at home has become a lot of people's focus during the time of covid, and wasting time internetting or gaming is such an easy time suck. This weekend slate some you time and unplug. No phone, no internet. What will you do? Don't google "unplug porn." Just don't fucking do it. Unplug! Frolic! Unplug! Frolic! Spoiler
Frolic is the term my employer uses for taking a rental car on weekend excursions. I've gotten strongly worded emails from the federal government with titles like "NO FROLICKING PERMITTED". It was pretty damned funny.
I have been doing a lot of cooking. I juuuust got a iPhone 12 so I’m going to be using that quite a bit this weekend.
On the subject of not unplugging are there websites with full catalogues of onlyfans content? I have to assume there are. A few retro porn stars that have them I want to check out but paying is so boomer.
I’ve been trying to calm down on my phone time, actually - I put my phone away around 7:00 every night. But damn, I’m addicted. Anything I’m reading or watching on TV, I just wanna Google and fall down the rabbit hole. Refilled the propane for this weekend. Gonna do some bacon-wrapped Sam’s Club hot dogs, I think. And bourbon.
I gave up after I GIS'd unplugged porn. I was like fuck this shit, posted the thread, and got a bowl of cereal.
I thought as a mod, you were supposed to just take a topless selfie for the boobie thread, when you can't find anything appropriate.
So...I'm drunk, bored, and have a debit card flush with funds from baseball card sales. Not a good combination. Another 30 oz of silver or a 1911? Silver is an interesting prospect (If reddit is to be believed it will soon "Moon" and I'll be getting top notch blow jobs for a Mercury dime), but I've always wanted a 1911 of my own. I carried my dad's 1911 for years, but when he passed away he left all his guns to me....except his 1911, which he left to my sister who promptly sold it. Hmmmmm. Decisions.
Dying from an exploded heart and/or being beaten to death by an angry pimp just doesn't sound as appealing as it did in my younger years. I guess I'm finally becoming a real grown up.