Posts by Douglas Gray8

I start a thread about PDF files and then the whole thing just vanishes?
It wasn't flagged for any reason, wasn't offensive, and
didn't break a single rule on this forum.

What gives?

casualtiger2 said:Money isn't everything.

Part of it is tied up in real estate, stocks, gold, gemstones... 😍

but that isn't cash😁

Austin Vaughn3 said:Haven't read this much nonsense in a single thread for a long time.
Sure, money doesn't guarantee happiness. But it seems like the poor don't have a thing to worry about, while the wealthy spend every waking moment paranoid that someone's going to kill them.😕 You forgot to mention that the poor end up worrying about whether they can even afford to put food on the table or cover their utility bills.
Forget about having control over your schedule. Let’s talk about the quality of that time. You claim the wealthy aren't free because they live in fear, but you're ignoring the reality for everyone else. The poor aren't free either because they spend their lives trading every waking hour to someone else just to collect a paycheck. We could debate this forever. Money provides freedom and the power to dictate how you live your life. Of course, if a person is an idiot, no amount of capital will save them. But if you're broke, you're sidelined from the start. And I'm not just talking about material things.

The poor might have worries, but they live quietly and stay under the radar. Anyone capable
of working will find enough for bread; unemployment is a personal issue.
You're talking nonsense. He has to trade his time for labor just to get any money at all.
That's the only way to avoid unpaid bills.
And usually, someone who ends up poor put themselves in that position through
laziness, lack of drive, incompetence, or fear.
I know, I know... you'll say not everyone gets the same opportunities. Let me answer that.
I once worked for a guy who arrived in the States with nothing but a single bag—no home, no family,
no money, no job, nothing. Today, he’s the CEO of three major hotel chains.
He did it through sweat and sheer grit. Everyone gets a shot, but we aren't all built the same.
That's the reality.

it is truth

vividfalcon14 said:I was at my absolute peak of happiness back when I was just a kid—just a little thing looking for some simple affection and nothing more. I can't help but wonder why God saw fit to make me grow up when I was already so content. If I were still small, I’d spend my days drifting through dreams of rolling meadows and imagining myself as a pilot, a diver, a chimney sweep, or maybe even a clerk at Walmart.
Being a real child again was always the ultimate dream of mine! 🤷

Then one day, you get jolted awake by a headache and your mom yelling at you to get up and go to
work. It isn't school anymore; there are no more excuses to hand in. You just can't wrap your head around the fact that
that chapter is over.

Jose Morris7 said:It depends on the person. Every day, I feel myself becoming a little more liberated, even if my bank account hasn't quite caught up to my sense of freedom yet. I refuse to let finances ruin the joy of it all. I can do things now that would have been impossible when I was a kid...

Like hopping on a motorcycle and just riding off into the distance without having to ask Mom or Dad for permission... you just go.

Or holding someone you love and making them happy... back then, I used to spend my time flipping through old copies of Rolling Stone, totally aimless (god, those memories of Mama Mia)...

Telling someone where to go at 3 p.m. without a hint of fear... as a child, I would have been too terrified to even think it.

Building my own home, sharing a drink with good company... I’m actually glad I grew up. A child dreams of being an adult, but anyone who spends their life wishing they were a child probably never truly learned how to be an adult in the first place...

Even on a motorcycle, you can't just do whatever you want. There's still the police to deal with.
You can hold someone you love just as tightly as if they were a child. Why would a parent ever stand in the way of love?
You can send someone over at 3 PM, but just a heads-up—they might come looking for a little trouble.
How’s everyone holding up at home? Just checking in on where things stand for everybody.😁I'm not looking for a roof over my head.
I had to work. Back then, the older generation was handling everything for him—I didn't even have to worry about taking out a loan.
I always make enough to hit my targets and live my life exactly how I want.

I agree. It’s better to be an adult than a child.😉

Growing up, it was always the same: you either followed orders from your parents or listened to whatever your teachers were barking at you. You just did the work. No questions asked.
Everything you hate is just a symptom of being forced into a mold to avoid consequences. You lose your sense of self. You lose your freedom.

Look, you’re the one in the driver's seat. You do what you want, and you're the lead character in your own story. If people try to mess with you, just shut them down. Heh, just kidding.

Wealth doesn't buy a better life. A rich guy drinks the same beer as everyone else.
A glass of water and a plate of food. That’s enough for someone living on a budget.
You make an average salary and live so quietly that nobody even knows you exist, far away from the media glare.
He’s wealthy, sure. But that comes with its own set of headaches. He's constantly looking over his shoulder because there are plenty of people out there just waiting to take advantage of him.
They took him out for the money. Now he’s got private security stationed right in front of his house, because honestly, what else can you do?
They can't ever just relax. Every single trip has to be a massive committee meeting first. They need constant consensus before they even step out the door.
Avoid the nosey types and the press. At night, there’s a police escort or private security on standby.
The guard's driver keeps a pot tucked under his seat. Where exactly is the freedom in that? If you ask me, it's a bit much.
Do you feel like you're taking a gamble every time you step out the front door?
You’ve got one house and a family to look after. He’s sitting on ten properties and a family of his own. Different worlds.
Let's be real about what's actually there. He’s only going to be living on one single property, because...
Spreading assets across the entire estate would be an exhausting undertaking. Besides, his collateral is...
He’s redundant. He's already got enough cash to be lost in his own head about what to do with it.
How does it differ from being poor?

Oh, looks like they've set up a nice little corner for the banned users here.☕I'm not reading any of that; I didn't bother scrolling up.

Justin Anderson21 said:Honestly, I’d probably just donate my entire body to a medical school if I could, but then my family wouldn't have anything to visit at the cemetery, and I think that would be way too heavy for them to deal with. So, for now, I’m sticking to just being an organ donor.

If there really is something waiting for us on the other side, I’m pretty sure we’re gonna need our eyes, liver, lungs, and maybe even our brains up there. I'd give it all up—whether it's to save someone's life or just to help med students learn through study.

How exactly do you plan on donating a brain?🤔

You don't donate brains.

And you can't donate arms and legs.

Not trolling☕

I think I read something about some PDF or similar file where (banned users hang out)
basically, people get banned and then move over to a PDF containing nothing but banned users,
where they all just sit around discussing why they got kicked off,

I’ve been banned before myself, so I looked for that thread on the forum, but came up empty

Did I read that on another board, or was it actually here?

Or maybe I'm just losing it.🤔

Once someone passes away from natural causes, I don't see much point in using their organs.
What good is an organ from a 100-year-old man to a twenty-something? It doesn't make sense.
Everything just decays and withers away.

The only real cases would be accidents—falls, drownings, or physical assaults. That’s when it matters.

Personally, I doubt they’d find anything usable on me. My liver is shot from too much bourbon and spicy food, plus I smoke. The only thing left working is my heart.

And maybe some other parts.😁

But hey, if I die prematurely, why not let them salvage whatever they can? If it saves a life, fine by me.
I won't be around anyway, so they can do whatever they want with what's left. Let them distribute it, cremate me, or bury me. It doesn't matter.
😳

Childhood is arguably the worst phase of life. You’re essentially on parole, just not in a literal cell.
There is zero freedom.

-As a kid, you can't even walk to the corner store without checking in, otherwise your parents will call
the local police department on you.
-If you experiment with drinking or smoking, you face strict punishments and conditions.
-You aren't allowed to drive or act like an adult.
-Nobody offers you a job while you're still a minor.
-You can't buy what you want because your parents are your primary bank.😳

Now that I'm grown, things are different. I do what I want, go where I please, and nobody is breathing down my neck.
If I want a drink or a smoke, it's my business. There are no arbitrary rules or mandates.
I drive, I work, I have my own cash, and I don't have to ask permission to buy anything.

Childhood was rough. At least for me.

I used to be dragged to school against my will. I hated studying, and frankly, most of the stuff they forced me to learn
is useless to me now.
I have a career I actually enjoy, I'm hitting my milestones, and I live life on my own terms. That
is what real freedom looks like.

redsurfer13 said:Whisper it directly in his ear and see if he notices then.

He’s ready for it. He’ll just pretend he didn't hear if it suits him.🙄

That little coaster would make a perfect base for my mug so it
doesn't slide all over the bar. Hey, bartender, put a round on this guy's tab for the whole pub—I'll
pay you back when my paycheck finally clears.

Live in the moment. Don't stress about what happens ten minutes from now, an hour from now, or even
a few days down the line. Just be yourself and act according to your own principles right now.

Life is a mix of highs and lows. Everything comes and everything goes. There’s no sense
clinging to the past or worrying about the future. It is what it is.

Mark Cruz15 said:I only know the ninth song from Prtijevac. It’s pure madness. I remember catching a music video once where one guy is peeing and the other is washing his face.

Check out "The Doctor Has Arrived" or "Smoke Weed." Only Mikri and the late Moskri could actually tear things up like that.

brisksurfer12 said:Quick question for the group. I know plenty of Americans are familiar with Eminem, but I’m curious if anyone here listens to Prtijevac? If so, what are your favorite tracks? 🙂

I've got everything by Prtijevac and Eminem downloaded, including Eminem's latest album.
krigle.
For Prtijevac, I really dig Klabing, Gangsterska, and Ćale (that Koka Ekser Trip one).

nimbleranger5 said:So basically, you'd only be hosting the "refined" crowd—people who sit politely at the table, sipping their drinks and keeping things orderly? I mean, it's not a bad thought, but just keep an eye out—the cops are always watching, and once they decide to raid a place, you'll be locked out before you can even blink...
But seriously, listen to me—just open a sex shop instead. That's where the real money is. Americans love to act all prim and proper, pretending they don't care about that stuff because we're all such "devout" types, but behind closed doors? Everyone is experimenting with gadgets and tearing through the sheets like rabbits... hehehe 🤣🤣

A sex shop? What, are hookers illegal now, or are you talking about an adult boutique?
Just lingerie. Boring stuff.

Drugs and smoking wouldn't work—you'd ban those immediately.

rapiddriver9 said:Just set up two poker machines and a Book of Ra machine.

But list them as entertainment devices, not gambling machines. That way, you aren't bleeding money on sales tax.
When the inspectors show up, you just hang a sign saying "machine out of order," or better yet, put a sticker on it saying "for entertainment purposes only." Even if the regulars and the gamblers know damn well that isn't true...

The inspectors leave, you flip the power back on, and you watch the local bettors and card sharks pour cash into your pocket. All profit goes straight to you.

And run some "specials"... coffee and a pastry$3.75 or maybe a combo deal with a muffin.$4.25
That’ll definitely pack the place out during the morning rush and the lunch hour.

Get two TVs. One small one for news tickers and a big one for the Champions League. You'll need that if you actually want decent foot traffic and popularity.

I know a cafe in my neighborhood—busiest spot around. They've been turning a massive profit for three years straight without a single issue from the IRS.

Look, everyone complains about these new tax regulations, but let's be real: there is no bypassing this through legal loopholes or shady side deals. It's unavoidable...

The promotion idea makes sense for drawing people in, but I'm not so sure about the poker machines.🙄

jadedrifter2 said:Drunkards are just hammering away at the bottom-shelf moonshine... beer isn't even worth their time anymore—they have to go through an entire case just to feel anything 😬

Local drunks hang around outside the grocery stores sipping beer. It’s a lot cheaper than hitting up a bar.

I’d prefer to host decent guests, not just a bunch of drunks.

Christian Miller14 said:I’ve got nothing—zero work. Digital photography absolutely gutted us. There’s no more film, and even weddings are drying up because everyone just stares at photos on their computers now; nobody bothers with physical prints anymore. I need to pivot to something else entirely.

What you're saying about a cafe—if you're in a prime location and have enough square footage, there could be money to be made. You’d just need to give it an exclusive redesign, ditch the cheap beer to shake off the drunks, and bring in some Lavazza.

I actually have about 1,000 square feet of open space available. I'll need to renovate and get everything set up.
Everything required. I'd stock various spirits, though craft beer would definitely be the priority.