Scratch Monkey posted:

No. More leather nerd accessories please

Master Twig posted:

Okay but like, that would be really handy if you're the kind of person who goes to a Renaissance Festival in costume.


It's me, I'm that kind of person.

McGavin posted:

Tiny Timbs posted:

what goons are thinking of when they yell about the kind of car people actually need

Master Twig posted:

Okay but like, that would be really handy if you're the kind of person who goes to a Renaissance Festival in costume.


It's me, I'm that kind of person.

dr_rat posted:

If It can drive me to the moon and back I don't care how silly it looks.

Lt. Cock posted:

I got diagnosed with gout two months ago. It is not as funny as the King of the Hill episode led me to believe it to be.

BAGS FLY AT NOON posted:

Same

BAGS FLY AT NOON posted:

Same

Lt. Cock posted:

I got diagnosed with gout two months ago. It is not as funny as the King of the Hill episode led me to believe it to be.

monkeytennis posted:

It’s a relief once you know what’s causing the crippling plain thought and can start taking the pills.

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For kicks, at cons I stash sealed marked packages of thorium under my paws and in a second tongue of my fursuit. Its not harmful, but people get a kick out of it when the counter goes off near me.

shazbot posted:

excess potassium would be filtered through the kidneys and out through urine. his piss would be radioactive, but not his cum

BAGS FLY AT NOON posted:

Same

shazbot posted:

get that allopurinol inside you stat

monkeytennis posted:

It’s a relief once you know what’s causing the crippling plain thought and can start taking the pills.

Elviscat posted:

I made it about a year, until I had a flare up while working 14 hour days on my feet, in a city thousands of miles from home, and I couldn't sleep more than an hour at a time because the pain was so bad.

I thought it was plantar facitis up to that point.

PurpleXVI posted:

Also for anyone calling bullshit on this one, Yellowcake the Radioactive Fursuiter is apparently 100% real.

Unless it's a really excessive joke involving creating an entire elaborate business/biography website.

Karate Bastard posted:

Leather daddies? In the curse thread? Why I never

Karate Bastard posted:

I love that that loving noncar thing can't turn, on account of its silly little trike splash guard thing being molded to the loving ufo chassis or whatever

shazbot posted:

My gout primarily breaks out when I experience elevation changes. Going from sea level, to the mountains, and back makes my toes and knees pop like nobodies business.

Dick Fontaine posted:

pretty bold move admitting to the king’s disease. probably got you on some kind of possible landlords list in cspam

Captain Hygiene posted:

g'out

Lt. Cock posted:

I got diagnosed with gout two months ago. It is not as funny as the King of the Hill episode led me to believe it to be.

Mr. Bung posted:

What's causing it? Some curse.

BiggerBoat posted:

No doubt.

What I see unfold is that players mostly do two things:

1. If they're winning, they feel like they're playing with house money so they stay and keep playing
2. If they're losing, they feel compelled to chase it and make it back

The goal of the casino is to simply keep you playing because if you do that long enough, you WILL lose. It's basic math and statistical probabilities. All the house needs is something like a 47%-53% advantage. I get the sense that players inherently realize this but always think that this time they'll get lucky or want to try a new system/strategy. I don't entirely understand it, beyond the basic endorphine chasing nature of addiction but it's fascinating to watch and makes me really glad I don't gamble.

At the height of my cocaine addiction I was spending like $300 - 500 a week and these people will come into my workplace and lose that in 15 minutes. Seems like a really stupid way to spend your time to me. If I had thousands of dollars and hours to waste, I'd go read a book, write a book, paint, draw, sit on the beach, buy a motorcycle, learn guitar, get laid...

Hell, I'd spend it on drugs for that matter.

A lot of them obviously have money to burn and say they play "because it's fun" but...wtf is fun about it? If I could afford to dump 6 month's pay in 2 hours, I can think of a million different ways to do it than gambling. And, by and large, they don't seem to be having much fun anyway. They bitch about where they all get to sit at the table, think dealers are bad luck, whine about other players "stealing their hand" and are only (occasionally) happy when they hit a big win. They'll blow $2000 in half a day as they sit there bitching about taxes, ignoring texts and calls from their jobs, their spouse and god knows what. It's odd.

The ones that really get me, though, and who exhibit the real nature of the addiction, are the ones who complain when they WIN. Because they lowered their bet, lost the hand yet still won bonus money (net profit) or were upset that they only had a full house instead of four of a kind. They'll rake in $500 in one hand and then 2 hands later bitch about not catching any good cards.

It's a little bit like when you see someone ahead of you in line at the gas station that you know can't afford it blow a hundred bucks on scratch offs and powerball tickets. Only, in the case of my job, many of these people can easily afford it. Somehow. I swear to god, I think it's maybe 20 or 30 people that fund the entire place and several of them are lined up at the door every fuckign day when we open at 10am.