I live in Oklahoma, drive an Old Green Truck™, have a lazy dog of unknown breed, and I work in a machine shop. Last week my neighbor and I rebuilt a motorcycle engine and put it in his bike. My wife and I have chickens. I’m a pretty sterotypical “redneck”.

I’ve voted democrat in every election since 2000.

It sounds like OP is terribly confused, and is associating people from two different groups while they really have nothing in common, which is something MAGA dipshits also do.

Super strength is something I could see being problematic.

The movies always show the super strong hero picking up buses or trains with one hand, but in reality you have to lift such vehicles in specific places, or they will be damaged. Youtube is full of videos depicting cars falling from mechanic’s lifts due to improper lift point placement, or just old fasioned rust. Imagine Mr. Incredible going to pick up a bus in a state where the roads are salted, and just breaking off a handful of the frame.

See also: Karlach in BG3

Well someone probably did

Now wait a minute. I thought the LGBT flag was a rainbow? So any color UN uses is going to look like “LGBT colors”.

I have an ex who basically changed me from an older version of my teenage self to some sort of functional adult.

Her new year’s resolution was basically “Stop helping people” which sounds bad unless you know the details, where it’s more “stop setting herself on fire to keep people warm”. Many of her family members are just rapacious sucking maws of need and will never be happy as long as my wife has something they want.

I’d have to give it to my father in law. I don’t care how he treats me, he’s an unemployed loser living in a falling-down house his mommy gave him and his opinions on many things aren’t valid.

No, the issue is how he treats my wife. Yes, his own daughter. He’s your standard Deadbeat Dad™ who never paid any child support, never helped his kids in any way, and in fact blames his children, and their mother, for everything bad in his life. When my wife, along with our five year old kid and myself were flooded out of our house at 2am, we were blamed for the flood. As in, “You two literally caused the flood and I’m going to sue you for it”.

That’s his favorite thing, hes gonna sue. For realz this time. Whatever percived slight he has, hes going to lawyer up and take everything someone has. Hasn’t had any successful court dates yet.

This year it got easier for my wife, according to her. She went to see him on fathers day, and he was having his man-period or something and was pissy about the flood and everything else he coukd think of, and he just tells her to get out of his life. Which after 35 years of mental and physical abuse, my wife was happy to do. It took a week before he tried to call her to demand something or other, and she blocked him. I felt bad for her, but she says not to - her life is easier now.

We already have “flying cars”. They’re called helicopters, and you need training and a license to fly them. Just like you’ll need for this thing and just like you need for a normal road-going car.

Obviously I would.

A quick run to DDG for casket dimensions, along with some poking at my calculator tells me that if you were buried, you and your casket or coffin would have approximately 5,100 kg of soil on top of it. Caskets have thin steel in them, coffins are typically wood. I feel like any dead body containment device one could buy wouldn’t be able to hold that weight.

Let me design the coffin and I’d consider it.

Google is almost useless as a search engine and i haven’t used it for over a year.

It’s not bad, but it can be boring.

I was told when I was younger that I’d “understand” why kids are given homework. I remember having several hours of homework each night.

I have a school-age child and they don’t have nearly as much homework as I did, really only of she doesn’t complete something in class. It didn’t work that way when I was a kid.

So it wasn’t just me who thought I had too much homework. I wonder how long it will be before the pendulum swings the other way?

I could best be described as an “emergency draftsman”. And potential damage could be far reaching in scale.

I work for a company that, among other things, makes replacement parts for things like power plants, chemical plants, any large industrial installation. In many cases, the thing that breaks is a one of a kind part, or something last manufactured in the 1960’s, or some other thing that you aren’t going to be able to just go buy a replacement. So what happens is someone will occasionally drop a broken something or other on my desk, and I have to figure out what it used to look like, then make a 3d model and a drawing of the part so it can be reproduced.

Now we have to compete with mint flavored cum, smh

Something has always been wrong with my brain. When I was a kid it was called “ADD”, somewhere along the line they added an “H”. Various medications were tried when I was younger to try and combat this, but they either didn’t help or would cause other more serious problems. As a kid nobody had to tell me not to do drugs, because the drugs given to me made me feel terrible and I couldn’t understand why anyone would WANT to feel like that. A little later on in life I got drunk a few times, and that wasn’t fun either.

A few years ago, my wife got her medical marijuana card. Because my wife and I are two halves of a whole idiot, whatever she tries I’m going to try as well. She gave me a gummy with 10mg of THC in it.

Suddenly, I could decide what to pay attention to.

That seems minor, doesn’t it? But I want you to imagine: you’ve struggled with everything for your entire life. You have to force yourself to do anything at all, even if it’s interesting. And then one day a beautiful woman gives you a small piece of candy and it’s like a switch was closed, and now I could just decide what to focus on. Laundry? Washed, dried, folded, and put up. I can keep the house clean. I can focus on things at work. And the really cool part, is I don’t have to take so much that I’m high to get the power of divine focus.

In fact, I don’t have to take it at all, because one of the things I like to do is figure out how stuff works, and it’s worse when I’m high. One night I decided to sit down and look inwards to see if I could make my mind cooperate with me without needing THC, and I was able to. I can sort of function as a contributing member of society now. I haven’t missed a bill for years. My credit score went from 500 something to mid 700s. I don’t get mad at stupid stuff anymore. My home life was pretty good before, but now my wife and I get along so well that if I were to tell everyone how we are with each other, it would sound made up because it’s too good to be true.

Overruled.

I wonder what the hull on something like that is made out of? I feel like it’s too big to be fiberglass. Steel plate is obvious, but what grade? I don’t think a yacht would use A36, but I just don’t know.

But did you find each other’s limits?