What’s German for “trying too hard?”

I’d still like it back, please.

Well, not the women, obviously, because they’re already women.

It seems easy, until you walk a mile in their socks.

If you want to finally be normal, just give your home to me.

I still aim to have mine returned, if it’s the last thing I do. Really makes you wonder who’s profiting off all those ill-gotten foreskins.

That’s a great point, you really could ask that question in light of all the developments.

I’ve pushed 300 pounds and I’ve been in-shape sufficiently that some bulge-y muscles were showing.

The difference in day-to-day fucked with my head in ways I didn’t expect. And you don’t exactly get a ton of sympathy. “Holy shit, why is everyone staring at me.” It’s just a lot after spending most of your life invisible.

So bird watchers are mostly only seeing the perviest, sketchiest birds?

Not true, though! I just think it makes my shelves look nicer. I know where everything is, like OP says.

yawn

I have some version of this that thankfully only happens very rarely. But it is more like a violent electrical sound that “feels” so loud that I should be dead. It is awful.

I organized my books by color long before learning some people hate that.

I’m similar. Ever since I was a kid, my mom would notice that “babies love me.” They really do. If there’s a baby nearby, it’ll probably love me and I’ll probably be making faces at it, etc. I think it’s partially the beard, but it was true pre-beard, too.

“Oh, excuse me, I accidentally farted…”

“COME NOW, CITIZEN, WE BOTH KNOW THE TRUTH.”

I tried cocaine twice and it didn’t really do anything for me. Pretty lame.

You’re far too humble, Captain North-man.

I’ve hit some killer long-range underwear-into-the-basket shots with my toes that honestly should’ve been on Sportscenter.

I exaggerate a little, but the socializing was the best part of the hostels I stayed at. Built-in interesting people to meet. I miss traveling. :(

When the hotel is a hostel: