Haven't seen the Corona Christmas palm tree commercial yet this year... gonna give it a bit longer and then go to YouTube if I must.
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Fun fact- Nick, bartender with the Yogi Bear-esque voice who kicks George out of the bar was played by Sheldon Leonard, who went on to be the producer of The Andy Griffith Show, The Dick Van Dyke Show, I Spy, and on and on. The Big Bang Theory producer named the main characters after him as a tribute.
Breaking up your normal Christmas to go to your local NFL team’s standalone Christmas Day game and have them get their *** beat must suck.
Funner Fact: the whiskey served by Nick the bartender was a bottom shelf King of Kentucky… defunct brand brought back by Brown Foreman. If you have a bottle, it’s a wonderful life you have.
On Southwest, any idea they come up with to help starts out with good intentions. Then like everything in this world gets abused. We will have + size passengers pre boarding taking whole rows. Should be a real hoot.
Fat people are the worst
Anything that keeps me from having to sit with them, I'm fine with. Do they make them sit in the back? If they don't, the pilots are going to be fighting the trim adjustments constantly.
The price to fly just went up.
At least the regulation of “service dogs” has slowed down that ridiculous trend.
Soccer and college football today. A little disappointing no marquee college hoops match-ups.
At least the regulation of “service dogs” has slowed down that ridiculous trend.
Soccer and college football today. A little disappointing no marquee college hoops match-ups.
Kid is having an incredible season and especially for a Freshman and yet he has made it look routine. It's fascinating to watch.
Man, I thought for sure there was another guy playing high, mid or low-major who shot .585 FG/.578 3PT/.895 FT and had 25 assists and 15 steals through 11 games. Haven't really been keeping an eye on that stat though.
Did Rogue have a heart attack? I couldn't quite make sense of that post. Regardless, get better wildcat internet friend.
Headed to Rupp friday with the 6 y/o. His first. Both pumped. Jay Bilas overselling that ice cream has this kid salivating. He's sure to be disappointed.
I must be some kind of Jedi PitMaster. FIL brought down a brisket for me to smoke, which he had "trimmed", meaning he cut off all of the fat. What was left was maybe an inch thick. In the spirit of Christmas, I obliged. 3 hrs on the Weber and about 12 more in the oven, never above 230. About as low and slow as it could go. Actually turned out edible and the frozen leftovers should be good for chili, tacos, etc.
Back in the office today. Kinda nice to get a break from the break.
Did Rogue have a heart attack? I couldn't quite make sense of that post. Regardless, get better wildcat internet friend.
Headed to Rupp friday with the 6 y/o. His first. Both pumped. Jay Bilas overselling that ice cream has this kid salivating. He's sure to be disappointed.
I must be some kind of Jedi PitMaster. FIL brought down a brisket for me to smoke, which he had "trimmed", meaning he cut off all of the fat. What was left was maybe an inch thick. In the spirit of Christmas, I obliged. 3 hrs on the Weber and about 12 more in the oven, never above 230. About as low and slow as it could go. Actually turned out edible and the frozen leftovers should be good for chili, tacos, etc.
Back in the office today. Kinda nice to get a break from the break.
This is the GOAT for me for “Adult” ones, not necessarily because where I live but the fact Corona made and was like yup looks like we never have to make another Christmas commercial. And they’re correct.
Without telling the whole story yet, yes. And they have no idea why.
Cardiologist appt being scheduled tomorrow.
Holy crap I was wondering where Rogue was.
Hope you feeling better buddy.
Hope you feeling better buddy.
So you had a heart attack during the UNC game and went to the hospital Saturday? What’s the timeline, Rogue?
Did you have Covid or take a vaccine?
No doubt Rouge’s cardiac arrest occurred whilst climaxing on a 24yo’s back.
All good guesses but I was banging ALL your moms, especially Vern’s, at the same time UNC gameday and seeing them all climax simultaneously was too much for the tickler…er I mean, ticker I reckon.
Give me a second to write it and I’ll tell you the actual attack part.
Give me a second to write it and I’ll tell you the actual attack part.
at 35. I'm guessing that estimate is off by an order of magnitude or so.It was around 12:30a on the 22nd (the 23rd for anal retards [I can use that word now like a 90 year old since I basically am one]) just me and the dog relaxing on the couch and my whole abdomen started feeling uncomfortable. I think to myself, “I need some water I guess”.
I get up to go to the kitchen, get between the counter and the wall to take the turn to the sink, and crumbling pain hits. As in, so bad it’s trying to drop me to a knee. I try to hold myself up but kind of blacking out/getting very fuzzy there was no way and I hit the ground and am holding myself thinking “WiTF is this?”
I literally ROLL toward the sink so I can pull myself up because it was impossible to get even to a knee. I can’t even pull myself up and fall back to the ground.
I try and crawl to the living room to the safety of the couch thinking this will go away if I lie down and breath it out. Can’t do it. I lie there writhing in pain for god knows how long.
Finally, I get the courage to give it 110% shot through the pain (btw my abs are individually cramping so bad it’s insane some literally sticking out like a .5” frozen as well), I push up and start walking toward the living room and completely collapse and crash into my living room table knocking everything everywhere and just lie there again.
Next move is to push back toward the couch scooting backwards on my ***. Get to the couch and try and pull myself up with my elbows (back to the couch), not happening and collapse in TOTAL defeat. This has probably been 45 minutes total and my whole chest still killing me as well as abdomen. I lie facedown on the ground gasping for breath not knowing what to do and absolutely starting to think I’m going to die.
I DO NOT WANT TO CALL 911. But realize I actually might die here, so now where’s my phone? I see it and army crawl to it sliding into two different kinds of flops on the way.
I bite the bullet(keep in mind this is the WORST PAIN I’ve ever felt and I’ve had an actual seizure) and get to the phone. Call 911 and tell them I need them and my address, they’re on the way. I literally crawl out my front door and wait until thank god they’re there but I literally can’t move at all anymore I’m exhausted.
They say can you get up and I shake my head no so three dudes pick me up and put me on the stretcher and back in the buss. Finally a shot of Ativan that at least takes a bit of the edge off and relaxes my abs for the 3 minute ride.
Made it to the hospital but I’m telling you I’ve never hurt so bad so long in my life and it didn’t end at the hospital because they just thought I was drunk tbh so more Ativan, til the blood work came back…
I get up to go to the kitchen, get between the counter and the wall to take the turn to the sink, and crumbling pain hits. As in, so bad it’s trying to drop me to a knee. I try to hold myself up but kind of blacking out/getting very fuzzy there was no way and I hit the ground and am holding myself thinking “WiTF is this?”
I literally ROLL toward the sink so I can pull myself up because it was impossible to get even to a knee. I can’t even pull myself up and fall back to the ground.
I try and crawl to the living room to the safety of the couch thinking this will go away if I lie down and breath it out. Can’t do it. I lie there writhing in pain for god knows how long.
Finally, I get the courage to give it 110% shot through the pain (btw my abs are individually cramping so bad it’s insane some literally sticking out like a .5” frozen as well), I push up and start walking toward the living room and completely collapse and crash into my living room table knocking everything everywhere and just lie there again.
Next move is to push back toward the couch scooting backwards on my ***. Get to the couch and try and pull myself up with my elbows (back to the couch), not happening and collapse in TOTAL defeat. This has probably been 45 minutes total and my whole chest still killing me as well as abdomen. I lie facedown on the ground gasping for breath not knowing what to do and absolutely starting to think I’m going to die.
I DO NOT WANT TO CALL 911. But realize I actually might die here, so now where’s my phone? I see it and army crawl to it sliding into two different kinds of flops on the way.
I bite the bullet(keep in mind this is the WORST PAIN I’ve ever felt and I’ve had an actual seizure) and get to the phone. Call 911 and tell them I need them and my address, they’re on the way. I literally crawl out my front door and wait until thank god they’re there but I literally can’t move at all anymore I’m exhausted.
They say can you get up and I shake my head no so three dudes pick me up and put me on the stretcher and back in the buss. Finally a shot of Ativan that at least takes a bit of the edge off and relaxes my abs for the 3 minute ride.
Made it to the hospital but I’m telling you I’ve never hurt so bad so long in my life and it didn’t end at the hospital because they just thought I was drunk tbh so more Ativan, til the blood work came back…
I’m glad that you are ok but this is exactly why a lot of men don’t survive a cardiac event like you had. They think they can “tough it out” or for what other reason they don’t think they need to see a doctor. Not me, my man. I start having that kind of pain im heading straight to the ER. Hell, I thought you were a Murse at one point. You of all people should have known better.
But, yes, I am glad that you appear you be ok.
I’ve been to the ER three times with chest pain/arm pain/shortness of breath. Reflux each time. But the last time I underwent a CT that revealed a slightly enlarged coronary artery, so I have it monitored each year for growth.
Guess what I’m saying is that being a gassy bastard may end up actually saving my life some day.
Geez, @roguemocha! Take care of yourself! Did your neighbor friends help with your dog? Let us know what the cardiologist says tomorrow.
I’ve been in some sketchy places and situations over the years but rural Oregon Tesla charging stations on a cold Christmas night might take the cake. I thought Kentucky had a meth problem. Ain’t got nothing on Oregon. We had to bail early out of two stops due to situations escalating quickly. Who knew?
Rogue, glad you’re ok. Take care of yourself.
Rogue, glad you’re ok. Take care of yourself.
Rogue, hope you're on the mend and let us know when it's safe to joke about this, because when that time arrives I want to congratulate you on that lengthy minute-by-minute post that was actually interesting. 
Seriously, glad you got to the phone and I can act like I would have immediately called 911 but I'd say I would have also waited longer than I should have.
Seriously, glad you got to the phone and I can act like I would have immediately called 911 but I'd say I would have also waited longer than I should have.
-No, but they think it could’ve been a combo of things at once since it lasted so long.
-neighbors took care of Busta Bust yes fortunately.
-yeah I should’ve called sooner but I was thinking it was really bad indigestion/heartburn/etc or something until I crashed into my living room table and said, “You live alone you stupid touch, this how you want to die?”
-Cardiologist deal tomorrow is just to schedule, then consult, then likely nuclear stress test, only a 4 hour test…
But I definitely will let you know. Im
Going to make a social post because so many people have been so lovely and kind it would be impossible to tell everyone.
But I’m at least assuming your turn comes quick if they think it’s bad.
-Ppssssht as if you don’t know I have peptides bro. Next time it’s a straight Test shot to the heart.
-BTW wait til I share the blood work, my Troponin levels were apparently through the roof and kept going up and and up at the hospital. They kept coming in being like wtfffff?
I’m sure if I was older, in worse health, I’d be dead. Actually I know that because I overheard one of the nurses say, “we moved his roommate out in case he codes…” real taciturn hunny.
I wondered why Elliot left…
-Gpa, that’s EXACTLY what I looked like tbh.
-I’m cracking David Grann’s The Wager for the next few hours, don’t want GYERO to be overtaken with my imminent early death.
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