We’re not talking about your cousin’s sketchy moonshine here.
Are you afraid to get out of bed? Falling 2.5’ imparts more energy to your body than getting shot with a .45ACP bullet.
Seriously, how does one navigate the world calculating every bad thing that could occur? Scooping a speck of mold out of my jam doesn’t move the needle on my risk meter. I cannot live in a “zero risk” world.
Walked a 2-mile round trip to the store today, orders of magnitude more risky than flicking a bit of mold out my jam. And BTW, I have “emphysema light”, doctor’s words. I’m not exactly a tough guy.
How will you react when faced with real risk? I’ve saved my own life twice, arguably three times. Will you curl into a ball? “NOAWW! The jam might blind me!”
Having some science education, I choose not to live in fear.
what is it with you people. you make figures up in your head and spit them out like facts.
you are so sure of yourselves that you’re willing to take a risk for a pointless reward.
I bet you’re the kind of guy with tattoos all up and down your greasy arms to show how “tuff” you are. you probably drive a shitty dodge ram with a hemi in it and “roll coal on the libtards” with truck nuts on it.
I’m almost positive you refused to wear a mask during covid just because you “ain’t scared of no covid”.
I have risked my life jellyroll. I didn’t risk my life for something stupid or for myself. I risked my life to save my family in a house fire. I risked my life to pull a person out of a burning car. I risked my life to stop a shit ass pitbull from attacking some kid.
that’s what a reward is you walnut. a risk taken that is equal to the reward.
go act tough somewhere else while you suck down methanol you moldy jelly bitch.
Risk: .0001% chance a bad thing happens.
We’re not talking about your cousin’s sketchy moonshine here.
Are you afraid to get out of bed? Falling 2.5’ imparts more energy to your body than getting shot with a .45ACP bullet.
Seriously, how does one navigate the world calculating every bad thing that could occur? Scooping a speck of mold out of my jam doesn’t move the needle on my risk meter. I cannot live in a “zero risk” world.
Walked a 2-mile round trip to the store today, orders of magnitude more risky than flicking a bit of mold out my jam. And BTW, I have “emphysema light”, doctor’s words. I’m not exactly a tough guy.
How will you react when faced with real risk? I’ve saved my own life twice, arguably three times. Will you curl into a ball? “NOAWW! The jam might blind me!”
Having some science education, I choose not to live in fear.
what is it with you people. you make figures up in your head and spit them out like facts.
you are so sure of yourselves that you’re willing to take a risk for a pointless reward.
I bet you’re the kind of guy with tattoos all up and down your greasy arms to show how “tuff” you are. you probably drive a shitty dodge ram with a hemi in it and “roll coal on the libtards” with truck nuts on it.
I’m almost positive you refused to wear a mask during covid just because you “ain’t scared of no covid”.
I have risked my life jellyroll. I didn’t risk my life for something stupid or for myself. I risked my life to save my family in a house fire. I risked my life to pull a person out of a burning car. I risked my life to stop a shit ass pitbull from attacking some kid.
that’s what a reward is you walnut. a risk taken that is equal to the reward.
go act tough somewhere else while you suck down methanol you moldy jelly bitch.