TGIF! I hope everyone had as an enjoyable Thanksgiving as I did.
Survival – Personal Edition
Let’s discuss golfing. Specifically, let’s talk about when you get mad and how to control that rage.
- Set down anything you might break or intend to use as a weapon. Drop your clubs, bag, balls – anything that you could use to injure another golfer. Remember that taking out your anger with these inanimate objects is dangerous. You can easily harm yourself or the object or another person. Squeeze a golf ball if you need to relieve some tension via physical movements.
- Take ten deep breaths. Breathe with your stomach and abdomen, not your chest. This will get oxygen into your blood quicker, which will calm you down.
- Remind yourself it’s just a game. While doing your breathing, actually say and repeat “It’s just a game.”
- If you feel you’ve been wronged, say so. Be polite, but assertive while explaining why you’re angry.
- Don’t make inflammatory statements. Personal insults or implying illegal tactics will not help.
- Listen and tolerate. The other person will have their own thoughts and views. Let them talk. This will decrease the chance of a further argument and can hasten a resolution. Try to see the situation through their eyes.
- Forgive yourself or the other person for the infraction.
- Laugh it off. Try to defuse the situation with humor. After all, laughter is the best medicine.
Alright, now go finish that round and put up a good number.
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Survival – Species Edition
Time to put the sexy in Friday!
Enjoy the weekend, folks! Alright, now let’s get to the comments!
It’s very early in the proceedings but I’m taking a French class on my language app.
There are so many similarities with the words from all of the Latin language based countries but what the fuck are they doing with them?
The Buttfumble was on Thanksgiving weekend, too.
Just keep that in mind, Jets.
I had a real close call on Wednesday.
Traded some paint with a Mustang on the 405 south at Inglewood Ave.
Light tap but a pretty loud bang.
I exited the freeway, blinkers on. Pulled into a gas station parking lot.
We exchanged info and shit.
She was very cool about it.
Parked my car in the garage on Wednesday and didn’t even look at it until this morning.
Shit man!
That ain’t nothing!
Got some polishing compound rub that shit right off.
Not even a dent.
I was so fucking lucky.
That golfing advice would’ve saved me from a mini work tantrum two weeks ago.
Sorry to repeat meself, but youse too smart and it’s fucking osom.
“Hell Mary” is now on the J-E-S-T wikipedia.
Well done Mr Ayo. This crush of mine keeps anger in check too.
ppl forget cool whip is actually a vegetarian or vegan or whatever food bkecause it’s just aerosolated and stabilized corn syrup. No cream at all!
https://twitter.com/_TheSonOfMars_/status/1728250589589717488
I am still laughing at the fact that the Jets defense came up with a big play to put the team within one score going into halftime, and then the Jets defense got another interception, and then the Jets offense gave up a touchdown as time expired in the half.
That’s a whole lotta words to say that the Jets Jetsed
But it’s a special kind of Jetsing where the defense spends hours preparing a sumptuous banquet and then the offense jumps up on the table and poops all over everything.
One thing I appreciate about the Jets is the effort they put in to keep their Jetsing fresh. No other team could have brought us the buttfumble
Really an organization that needs two jets to get them back home.
One of them piloted by a depressed guy whacked out of his mind on mushrooms.
Hey, we all know what happened the last time two jets were headed to the same destination in New York…
They fixed the cable?
Hey, I’ve already gotten a whole bunch of 2024 preview written up! Just a gif of that.
Am I reading this correctly? Are Brick and I the only two around here that like ambrosia??
It’s like they’re all talking about something else.
Cool Whip, pineapple, grapes, mandarin oranges, maraschino cherries and sweetened coconut flakes. That’s awesome. I want some now.
That’s like hating ice cream.
I just went to the store and they had some in the deli. For some reason, I didn’t think to get some but now I want some!
To be fair, you don’t understand the treat of butseks, so….
I understand this “treat” less than I understand the appeal of Billy Idol’s “music”
(hides under bed)
I’m talking about the stuff in the picture, I’ve had it before. I grew up Yinzer, remember? It wouldn’t make me hurl, but I wouldn’t seek it out.
That is not what my mom called ambrosia, hers was lime jello, cottage cheese, mayo, canned fruit compote, chopped pecans, and tiny marshmallows.
Whoa, there’s your problem. I knew you were talking abou something different. Mayo and marshmallows?
I mean there’s a certain nostalgic thing going on but it’s not that great.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQB5qpxcixc&ab_channel=RewindMusicGroup
I think this is what the dissenters are thinking of. They’ve never had real ambrosia, just some strange cafeteria imitation.
I blame Indiana Jones
Even more cloyingly sweet than the cool whip stuff.
When Balls and Brick dine together:
Can’t help bot notice the complete absence of ambrosia in favor of decent and god-fearing desserts like pie.
We were dining at House of Pies.
Next time, we’ll hit up House of Ambrosia.
The Temple of Ambrosia
It’s the texture, which is somehow gritty and mushy at the same time, and the way the sweetness of the marshmallows combines with the citrus of the fruits to just create an abomination that, in fairness to itself, did not ask to be born and should have been strangled in the womb.
My plus one is for the description although I disagree with the assessment.
I’ve never had it with marshmallows and that might be your problem there.
[shrugs] – Lea Michele
I actually don’t think I’ve ever had it. My babcia did make a thing with cool whip and jello and tangerines that was really good and maybe close?
Very close.
That’s pretty much Mrs. Horatio’s version, absent the Cool wHHHip.
I like ambrosia the food.
I don’t like Ambrosia the band.
Don’t get the coconut hate.
I’ll take a Mounds bar over a Snickers any day.
Since I don’t eat candy or chocolate that day would have been in the late 80’s.
Seeing reports that Derek Chauvin has been stabbed by another inmate.
I genuinely hope it’s not fatal, tempered by an equal amount of hope that they did some serious damage to his intestines and he has to shit in a colostomy bag for the rest of his life.
Same
Tough, but fair.
His simple-minded devotion to Napoleon finally caught up to him. It was just a matter of time.
Ok. Fine. If the history-minded folks on this here site aren’t going to acknowledge my reference to Chauvinism then I’m just going to go to bed and have bad dreams. Hope you’re happy!
I’m surprised it took this long, he must have been in isolation
That’s what I’m talking about!
My Little Pony… Mmmmmm
Y’all know Hippo has SEEN some shit (in FITBAW terms). It’s really almost all that I ever watch. This Afrikan-American Friday slate? Might be the worst single day (full days only) in EVAR.
For a second there, I thought you were talking about the Historically Black College football games.
Ooopsies!
nah. they quit playing sportsball entirely when Deion upped sticks FOAR Boulder.
Here’s a story from last night. An older relative of the couple that invited us is very ill.
The first course, (there were two, then the turkeys were carved and it was buffet time; don’t get too excited by “first course.” Also I used the wrong spoon), was a sort of fruit/marshmallow/whipped cream combination. Mrs. Horatio makes a similar dish, which she calls “ambrosia” and I regard as “Satan’s cum.” I hate it.
So this dish comes out, it’s introduced as ‘elderly relative’s famous’ whatever, we look over at her and she’s juts beaming and so goddamn happy and I lean over to Mrs. Horatio and say “I am going to eat every goddamn bit of this, but this changes nothing about the ambrosia”. and reader, I did.
How was it?
It was not good.
Blueberry yogurt is also smurf jism ,, ppl forget that
You know what Eggnog is?
– Dave Attell
he’s spot-on, too!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7-no8QqeUc
I had blueberry coated goat cheese yesterday. Sketchy Smurf might have a case of the clap. Ew.
No surprise there, ambrosia is trash.
Suddenly Don Draper’s ennui makes so much more sense.
Not that bad. I’m not sure I could have faked my way through that atrocity.
That’s pretty damn close.
“Cool Whip, pineapple, grapes, mandarin oranges, maraschino cherries and sweetened coconut flakes!”
How can you not like that?
That looks gross, but have you ever had Watergate salad? That version uses pistachio pudding and I think tiny marshmallows? Looks even grosser, but I am high on the reefers, so 100% would shame eat!
What’s gross about it? It looks good, and it is good. My aunt used to make this, and hers had Jello in it, and it was fantastic.
I don’t believe you people are talking about the same thing.
It looks like something a little kid would put together and serve to their teddy bear at a tea party. It’s soooooo sweet, and no, it doesn’t taste bad, but it would be too much very quickly.
Proper ambrosia has a small amount of sour cream mixed in to knock down the sweetness of the Cool Whip; pineapple, grapes, and Mandarin oranges are just right.
I actually like it.
I would absolutely kill myself with a spork before eating that.
Just apparently don’t ask me which is the correct spork to use for that.
#MeToo. HEY, we both have that cultural faux pas-ity in common with that Hillbilly Elegy asshole!
There is only One True Spork, and it was invented by the Colonel.
In college we talked about making terrible dishes and them sneaking them into the cafeteria and adding them to the available options to see if anyone would make the mistake of eating them. “Chicken-lime jello” was one of the ideas.
Oh yes, ambrosia, the most mis-named American dish of all time, even dogs and raccoons turn their noses up at it.
The worst part is they call it a “salad”.
The combination of ingredients simply do not work, and what’s more it looks like vomit.
I’m kind of shocked there’s any story after that other than the butler handing you your hat and the hosts cooly thanking you for such a lovely visit, it’s such a shame that you had a prior commitment forcing you to take your leave so early, such a horrible, horrible shame.
The great thing is that almost everyone at the table used the wrong spoon. It became a running joke.
Also, there was no butler. Not even a monkey butler. To say I was disappointed is to state the obvious.
Such a good boy!
Starting this Texas Tech Quarbetedback Behren Morton was clearly a mistake, he needs a little more seasoning.
Take it with a grain of salt.
Well, I’m now thinking of the classic scene from Planes, Trains, & Automobiles, but for Walkman Gal.
https://youtu.be/aHNCEJ4DtpA?si=rDd9liCJ3miLoYav
Having your defense on the pitch the entire Q1, culminating in a Quackers’ TD is…just what Oregon State wants because fewer possessions?
Gary Bettman’s ability to fuck up the easiest of decisions remains unrivaled.
https://twitter.com/RussoHockey/status/1728220336959947024
#IntergalaticDisgrace
Some how this is worse than the pride jersey’s and tape
Holy shit the Wild started Gustafson instead.
Wow.
/digs around internet
OK, apparently Fleury wasn’t going to start anyway, the NHL told him he couldn’t wear the mask even during warm-ups, Fleury wore the mask anyway, and now it looks like the NHL is going to pretend that nothing happened and do nothing about it.
Well done, Gary.
Flower wasn’t going to start anyway, and this token gesture of trying to be nice isn’t kosher. You’re a gem, Gary.
Flower! I’m still salty the Pens let him go.
¡Jesús! You have seriously outdone yourself this week! Five, eight, and ten. Not necessarily in that order.
¡Dios mío!
Get your diaphragms and kevlar vests ready ladies. Pistorious is about to be back on the prowl!
“OK, Mr. Pistorius just about all set here. Just need to get your ankle bra…celet…set…um…huh. Well, this is a new one.”
pet locator chip into one of his stumps, maybe??
They should have buried his ass under the jail.
Ayo has a type and that’s why I’m calling him “Mr. Slim Bum” going forward until I forget this comment.
I wasn’t aware that Ayo was one of Jim Tomsula’s associates.
His Raccoon Cassoulet came in third place at the annual Chicago Switchyard Cookoff. Ppl forget that!
As opposed to . . .
(mandatory)
Aka, Ballsy’s type
That’s Dr. Slim Bum, sir! He didn’t do his thesis on this topic for nothing!
Don’t you mean Mr. “Ayooooo! Slim Bum!”
/YERRRRRRRP