I learned the other day, if I was going to mow grass again, I needed a butt pad for this machine. My Nalgas we're still sore from the other dayπ€£π€·π½ββοΈ
I adjusted my sails 3 years ago. Setting on a unknown course. I retired, traveled, ate, enjoyed. My eye still guides me, but I let the wind steer me. I'll always be a photographer. But now I also run a pepper farm with 6 different hot sauces. My beard and the wind my guide.
Please stop saying "You can't joke about anything anymore". You can. You can joke about whatever the fuck you like. And some people won't like it and they will tell you they don't like it. And then it's up to you whether you give a fuck or not. And so on. It's a good system.