TygerTyger

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Had a friend who went on a trip out west and didnt want to do a particularly challenging hike and his wife called him a p---y right there for being afraid. He came home and divorced her. So thats how at least one guy handled it.

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That's funny.

I had a similar, but not exact, experience last fall with my wife.

CSB.

My wife is very fit and a workout junky. She does weights, cardio, yoga, pilates, and swims every week. Not a day goes by that she doesn't do something.

I used to lift, raced bicycles for over 20 years, and now play pickleball 4-6 times a week. Needless to say, I don't look nearly as fit as she does. She eats a lot cleaner than me too.

She planned a trip to the east coast last fall to see the turning leaves and do a bunch of hiking. She used Chat GPT to plan the trip and told me all I needed to do was pack my suitcase.

We get to our cottage and unpack and she tells me the hike in the morning is 2.5 miles up to the top one of the nearby peaks of the White Mountains. I asked her what the average hike time was and she said "on average people take 6 to 8 hours to hike up and back down."

I said "wait, 6+ hours to hike 5 miles? That's a steepass trail! Are you sure?" She started scoffing and telling me I was just a wimp and not in as good a shape as she was.

Fine, the guy who was a boyscout for years and went on a ton of hikes, was a hunter that hiked all over the swamps, a guy who raced mountainbikes and has a pretty good understanding about travelling in nature, doesn't know what he's talking about. OK, we'll see.

The next morning we get to the trail head and start. The trail leaves the parking lot and goes straight fricking UP. It's basically one large box step after another. We take off up it, with me in the lead. I'm also carrying a pack with all our water and food in it. She's carrying her phone. Within 15 minutes I notice I'm leaving her behind. Did I mention I also played soccer from 3rd grade through college? So I've got leg muscles for days. She starts huffing and puffing. Then she's complaining about her hip hurting. Then it's her knee too. I'm stoic. Just Billygoat Gruff up the trail. Finally at around 2 miles, with several stops for her to rest, and her shedding her jacket which is now also in my pack, she admits that she needed to turn around. I could have rubbed it in, but that's not my way. So we headed down. I destroyed all the miniscus in my right knee playing soccer so down was slower for me than up. But I still zipped down compared to her.

At the bottom she admitted that I was right and we looked at the other hikes she had planned for each day and made some major adjustments.

Soooo, I guess my answer is, don't let them emasculate you.

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Louisiana is a pro-gun, anti-abortion blue state.

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Dammit. At first glance I was like “nah”.

But, I think you’re right. Most blacks vote blue and way more whites vote blue than should. White democrats are a mix of good ol boys who benefit from the corruption, pinko liberals, and dirt poor dumbasses who survive off the government teat.

The conservatives in LA are fighting a losing battle.

Fair enough. Either way, frick those crooks. They’ll never get another dime of my tax money.

In 1991 Louisiana was trying to make gambling legal. The majority of voters were against it.

The Fat Cats in our government promised that the profits would all go to education. foR ThE cHilDRen!!!

That convinced people to vote for it.

At the last minute, the fat cats changed the bill so the profits went to a "general fund".

Guess how much money went to edkashion? No visible amount.

And the people just took it. Because the good people of Louisiana have been getting screwed by their politicians since Reconstruction. It's the way it is.


That type of corruption can be seen everywhere you look in the state. And the acceptance of that corruption is why I'll never move back there.

I avoid Walmart at all costs but Costco is my jam.

And Amazon Essentials has good clothes too

A war with Canadia would look like the McNeese game.

No fricks given, no running clock.

Because you touch yourself.

The frat fricks were doing ketamine. I'm guessing they're not the Upright Citizens Brigade sort. A bunch of rich slime ball druggies aren't going to have scruples.

BUT. Based on what I've seen, this is regret not rape. It's a tale as old as time.

Anyone ever see To Kill a Mockingbird?

Hey lady, for the rest of us, it's a relief like having a hemorrhoid removed.

Hand tattoo is the first sign.