I was tripping and accidentally sent the most insane shit to my coworker instead of my wife. We didn't like each other anyway. That was only a couple weeks ago so still kinda waiting for the shoe to drop.

My family too. They really looked down on cursing but shit was the exception. I remember my mom getting mad at young teenage me for saying "how the hell do you get this thing off" but if I'd said "this is bullshit" it would have been fine.

Another classic. I had never heard her say fuck until she was so mad at me she said it. Then she became even more furious because I made her say it.

One crime at a time!

Totally tripped me out on Montserrat in a rental car. Their roads are insane, I'd never driven on the left hand side of the road before, and certainly not in a left driver's side car. If the driver's side was on the right I think I would have been way less scared.

Get back on your shit!

Yes I am seriously mentally ill but sometimes I get some good takes in. I definitely went too far with the fabreeze rant. I was just being silly, it might come across better in person.

I don't even believe Jesus ever existed as a single person but if the guy who said the shit in the book showed up he'd whip so much conservative ass. Then possibly fuck the rest of us up for eating shrimp or wearing modern clothes or cutting the hair above our sideburns or something.

Thank you. I talk on Lemmy in the spirit of a conversation so I try not to look shit up unless someone is being obnoxious. Oops maybe that's me this time!

Edit - very interesting thanks

From what I understand the referendums have been close to 50-50. I would like to learn what you mean about confusing language. I'd also like to know even though I could just search it if the ballots are in English, Spanish, or the voter's choice.

Been all over the States. I currently work anywhere from Omaha to Brooklyn. I've done a decent bit of travel outside the country as well but only many times to Mexico and a few times around other countries in Central America.

Yeah I'm talking about the French Quarter and to a lesser extent the Garden District and downtown. I haven't gone to Bourbon Street the last three trips, I don't care for it. Helpful locals will tell you if you're about to walk somewhere you're not wanted. Other than that you basically never see a cop and you can chill with anarchic punks that don't judge. Last time I was there I was just chilling on the street and a kid walked up and pretty much shoved a large psylocibin chocolate bar in my mouth. Couldn't imagine that anywhere else.

If you like something wear it with pride. The confidence of being happy in your clothes will pull just about anything off.

He is my muse.