After many years we are finally narrowing the answer to the question Where’s the beef?

This person is the best, and knows it.

This person is their personal best, but doesn’t know it

This person believes they’re the best, but is an amateur.

We are the same, you and I.

I appreciate all the effort you just put into this, and because of that earnest effort I won’t be dismissive or sarcastic or further quote the 1999 movie Mystery Men.

I fully understood. I was being pedantic because I took issue with the phrasing.

I will add - Legacy Hinders Greatness is a much better, concise, and much more beautiful way to say it…And its easy to remember.

What in the holy horseshit is this nonsense. Its not even clever bad good advice.

if you dont learn to master your rage

…your rage will become your master!? That’s what you were going to say, isn’t it?!

not necessarily…

I trust you. You’re not just some schlubby dr bob, you’re THE dr bob.

Misinformed action is the biggest waste of human time. Gather unbiased data, then make a decision, and gain meaningful experience. There is no such thing as perfect. You cannot act with no information without compensating for misinformed action later. Just take a moment and think before you act.

-C mctaint

Dunno about you guys, but I’d trust the thing protecting mcnutt from mcasshole

Which one is the alter

Wrong Way - Oil on canvas pants c2022 (Photoshop Mix on iphone)

https://i.imgur.com/tUFaFn4.jpg

The Man who laughs?

Shhhhhhhhhhhh. If the world ever really finds out about Hatch they might divert from Roswell.

Leave them in Roswell.

Edit — …Actually, you wanna know what I would kill for? I would pay a large sum of money to get someone to ship me two big containers of Frontier Adovada and a few containers of Dion’s Greek dressing.

Oh Lawd, I would chonk out so hard.

Good point, absolutely good point

3 well funded Gov Labs, 2 massive loosely ‘secret’ storage facilities, 1 ‘unfinished’ storage facility, and of course the 2 intensely advanced pilot training facilities.

But I don’t know anything about any of that 🫠

Sounds like you’ve been to Taos

New Mexico, Cliff Notes:

Albuquerque = Crime ‘n Big Balloons

Santa Fe = Politics ‘n Tax Shelter Businesses

Taos = Free Range Organic Drugs ‘n Snowboarding Hippies

Las Cruces = Racists Bitching in their cars about Roadside Oranges

Everywhere else = Secret Millionaires living directly next to the Poverty Stricken, and movie studios

When the entity gave me the choice, it couldn’t have foreseen how far I was prepared to take it.

Older than time itself, yet that faceless void with that outstretched claw couldn’t have known what was about to happen.

Even now, it never speaks, and we’ve done this so many times that the fabric of my sanity is no longer recognizable. Who was I? It no longer matters.

I smile. Or maybe I did smile, or will smile - I never remember.

Reaching for the coin, glancing up into what was once so ominous, I started to pause. Did I speak? Do we both just know? It never lasts long enough to fully form the memory.

The coin lands on heads.

“Just after I decided to flip the coin.”

The figure begins to shriek, but I never hear what happens next.

I am eternal, and Death is my slave.