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Outrail posted:Lol, loving that optimism. It's all fine. OP probably hasn't posted anything because hsi brother turned him into a muscle guy and he is getting swarm by girls and has a lot of dates. He will get tired at some point.
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Hopefully OP comes back soon, I want some good news updates. My wife's dad used to employ people out on work release at his restaurant who did well, so without getting what he originally did and if/when forgiveness is appropriate I'm all aboard the idea that people can change.
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Senor Tron posted:Hopefully OP comes back soon, I want some good news updates. It's interesting watching shows like Chopped and hearing how many incredibly successful chefs came into the career after time in prison
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Code Jockey posted:It's interesting watching shows like Chopped and hearing how many incredibly successful chefs came into the career after time in prison Makes sense when you think about it because the food in prison is one of the few things inmates can "life hack" and have some control over in their otherwise powerless state of captivity. I bet a lot of inmates spend a good part of their hard time thinking about different ways they can make the food better and then have an epiphany that the culinary art is their life's calling.
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It's also one of the few professions out there with zero barrier of entry. Which also doesn't much care about status or history.
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it also helps that it's a good way to make bonds with your fellow inmates. i remember the mexican gang in the prison i volunteered at was all about amazing burritos and that was basically what they would use both as a social underpinning for their own homies and also occasionally as offerings to make beefs go away. under normal circumstances, they literally smuggled meth and other stimulants into the prison so they could afford the ingredients to make mighty burritos. all i could think was "drat, these guys have their priorities straight."
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Coolguye posted:it also helps that it's a good way to make bonds with your fellow inmates. i remember the mexican gang in the prison i volunteered at was all about amazing burritos and that was basically what they would use both as a social underpinning for their own homies and also occasionally as offerings to make beefs go away. what do you think made those burritos so "mighty" it's meth
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Good Morning! I’m sorry for thread necro but have gotten some PMs about the thread: 1) Big Brother is doing very well. He’s working 60 hours a week at his warehouse job making good overtime. Once he’s worked there 90 days through the temp agency they will hire him outright. 2) He began a relationship with a woman from his old neighborhood. His PO signed off on traveling so he’s flown to Florida to spend a week with her twice since XMas. They seem very happy. 3) He and my mom still live together and while it’s not exactly The Odd Couple they are doing fine. His next priority is getting his license so he can get a car and move out. 4) Dog is on hold until he gets his own place, just focusing on the car until he feels more independent 5) We’ve both been working so hard we only hit the gym like twice a week but things are looking good. 6) After a nice hang out session he wanted to go do something extremely fat so I was like “ever been to Golden Corral?” and he was like “No but guys on the inside talk about it with tears in their eyes like it’s the greatest thing ever” so we went and got really gross at Golden Corral and I swear I’ve never seen a man so happy to eat food. He says “drat they really hosed yo letting me in here.” We both got steaks and wings and pasta and desert and drank like a gallon of iced tea. The truth is we’ve had a long couple of months and their have been some attitude adjustments and a couple of moments where you can really see “drat it’s gonna be a while to unlearn that behavior” or whatever but things are going smoothly. We thank God every day that his PO is so cool and relaxed and that my brother’s boss (also an ex-con and felon) is so understanding.
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lol at grown men inmates crying about not having access to Golden Corral
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I never heard of Golden Corral before this, but it turns out there are a couple in my extended metro area and now I must eat there. I can't remember the last time I went to a buffet without an old person in tow, though. All that food talk, but I'm glad he's moving forward and hope goonbro gets a car soon!
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Bust Rodd posted:The truth is we’ve had a long couple of months and their have been some attitude adjustments and a couple of moments where you can really see “drat it’s gonna be a while to unlearn that behavior” or whatever what's an example of a thing like that?
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At Golden Corral always put a fried chicken leg in the chocolate wonder fountain.
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Glad to hear from you again, Bust Rod.  at Golden Corral though; it's like the height of American excess. Back in college I thought I was king poo poo at Golden Corral when I'd eat 5-6 full plates, but then I went with my big fat friend from Louisiana that put away 13 in one sitting.I think I'll go there later this week.
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Take your big bro to a Brazilian Steakhouse. Pricey but the experience is worth it.
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AWarmBody posted:I never heard of Golden Corral before this, but it turns out there are a couple in my extended metro area and now I must eat there. I can't remember the last time I went to a buffet without an old person in tow, though. One of the best threads SA has ever had was about Golden Corral.
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Helical Nightmares posted:Take your big bro to a Brazilian Steakhouse. Absolutely Mmmmm Brazilian sword meat
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I learned of picanha from Brazilian steakhouses. Sooooo good.
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Code Jockey posted:Absolutely Try the creamy white sauce with your meat, it's 
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large_gourd posted:what's an example of a thing like that? Hopefully it's a tendancy to save cigarette butts and not shanking someone who cut in front of him at MacDonalds.
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Regrettable posted:One of the best threads SA has ever had was about Golden Corral. somone post it again
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Oh good. I was worried he was back in jail
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Daikloktos posted:Oh good. I was worried he was back in jail Yeah; really glad to hear it's "oh yeah we've all been busy as poo poo, it's going well though" rather than any other alternative 
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large_gourd posted:what's an example of a thing like that? So like if he and my mom get into a disagreement he’ll go back in his “cell”. He refers to his room as his cell about 20% of the time, more if he’s stressed or anxious after a long day at the warehouse. He can’t really multitask and open doors, like if he’s talking or something he’ll stand by the door and wait as though someone is going to open it for him. His sister wants him to spend more time talking talking to her about his feelings, he says “he didn’t sign up for group this week” meaning he isn’t in a designated “feelings” place and doesn’t want to engage with his feelings when he could just be watching Basketball.
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heh I had just dug this up the other day Why all the Golden Corral hate? Golden Corral is honestly better than a loving movie. I have a friend named Bruce. Bruce looks to be some kind of honest-to-God pirate at first glance, and I mean Captain Jack Sparrow's crew pirate, and the ornery, mean old loving pirate you'd never, ever want to mess with because he'd bite your God-damned nose off and eat it. He's also wildly into K-pop, choreographs his own dance routines to it, and in the last year or two has started just basically eating like a Korean, which apparently means shitloads of vegetables and cabbage. Anyway, Bruce goes to Golden Corral like 2x a week, which I thought was kind of strange due to his new health kick, so finally I asked him about it. "Dude," he said. "Golden Corral has a shitload of vegetables, and their cabbage is great. But you're missing the point. You don't go to Golden Corral just for the food. It's loving dinner theater." And you know what? He's right. For $12 you can sit and watch some of the most hilarious, downright hellishly gluttonous behavior you will see outside the Plane of Fat in the Demonic Abyss. I went with him one time and laughed so hard at some of the poo poo on display that now I go with him about once a month, get a big plate of steak and another big plate of salad, stake out a spot where you can see most of the buffets (and oh for loving sure the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL) and just observe the kind of unbelievably self-indulgent (and self-destructive) poo poo that would make a European or Southeast Asian's person head explode off their shoulders in horror and make someone with a "sick sad world" sense of humor laugh their rear end off. Someone, say, like me. For example, the very first time I went with Bruce I was witness to "the recon." This is a real thing, and what I am about to describe is not an isolated incident, no sirree. Humongously fat people will literally go scout the buffet. Now, I think we all do this to some extent at a buffet, in the "Hmm, what do they have to eat here?" glance-while-walking-to-the-table sense, but this is done with military precision, people. I've watched with my own eyes three people, all of whom were 300 lbs+, meet briefly and talk, then split up and go to the buffets, carefully eyeballing each selection, lips moving, fingers pointing, as if cataloging the unearthly delights that await them, then loving meeting back up in the same place to discuss what they saw and plan an attack. I'm serious. They were like 10 feet away. "Guys it looks like the fried chicken tonight is coming out pretty fast, pretty sure that stuff's going to be good, but the rotisserie is just kind of hanging out. Pulled pork was kind of crusty but I think if we dug down a bit there's good stuff there. There was a bit of a crust on the edge of the brown gravy and someone dropped some loving broccoli in it but the white gravy's looking fine. Outside of that, hot bar A looks good. And of course the bourbon chicken looks good as always." "Fantastic. Well, the guy cooking the steaks told me they are busting open a new box in about 20 minutes, so we should probably lay off that until then. I noticed there was a lot of bacon in the green beans right now so that should probably be one of our first stops. The mac and cheese tonight also looks loving delicious, it's got a nice crust unlike that bullshit last week when it was practically yellow water, so we need to move on that. It looks like they recently changed out the taco stuff, especially the nacho cheese, it looks brand new, so, take that for what it's worth." "Well I've got bad news guys, from what I could see it looks like tonight's a no chocolate cake night, they only have that loving one that has those fake cherries on top, and we all know how that fucks things up." >groans all around< "But it's not that big a deal because they just put out rice krispies with chocolate coating and the girl said they've got tons of them. They've also got those sugar cookies and some fudge brownies that look all right, and all the other pie poo poo they usually have." "OK, so green beans, fried chicken, the mac and cheese, the white gravy, those are tonight's superstars. Let's go." I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP. I expected a loving Wonder Twin powers-esque ring bump at this point, but instead they just all fled to a plate dispenser and began loading the gently caress out of their plates. It really reminds me of nothing so much as when people like, discuss what's going on with their favorite sports teams. Except with food. This is also when I first experienced the phenomenon of the "multiplate." Now, your average person will take a plate to the buffet, fill it with food, and go back to their table and eat. But, you see, that person understands that when they are done eating, if they want more, there will be more food available at that time. But the multiplater wants to hedge its bets. What if, between that first and second trip to the buffet, the restaurant suddenly ran completely the gently caress out of food? Like, not even mints by the cash register or gum in the quarter machines? WHAT THEN? Your deliciousness per second (DPS... sorry) will go down! It doesn't bear thinking about. Now it's unlikely, gentlemen, but not impossible, so as we are smart consumers, we're going to guard against the possibility. So let's each go get three complete plates of food and come back to the table. Now I'm not talking a meal plate and a salad plate, as I mentioned before I myself do that every time I go to watch this... whatever the gently caress it is, Theater of the Grotesque, I guess. But just imagine for a moment going up to the buffet and getting a plate loaded down with actual loving rib-sticking food. 3-4 chicken wings and legs, a big-rear end helping of mac and cheese, some mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, two corns on the cob, and a yeast roll or two, then taking it back to your table. Time to eat, right? WRONG. DIPSHIT. WHAT IF THEY RUN OUT OF FOOD WHILE YOU ARE EATING YOU GOD-DAMNED NINNY? WHAT ABOUT YOUR DPS? So you just set this completely full plate down and go get another one, and again you just completely fill the gently caress out of it with food. A couple of steaks, a pile of pulled pork, a rice mountain topped with sugary chicken (MOUNT BOURBON), and a couple of smoked sausages with nacho cheese on them, then you take that back to your table. You now have enough food at your table, JUST ON YOUR PLATES, to feed an entire platoon of ten year-olds who have been playing all day. Time to sit down and pig the gently caress out. WRONG. DIPSHIT. WHAT IF THEY RUN OUT OF FOOD NOW? YOU'VE ONLY GOT LITERALLY TEN OR FIFTEEN THOUSAND CALORIES ON YOUR PLATE, YOU'RE PRACTICALLY GOING TO STARVE TO DEATH. IF YOU DON'T KEEP YOUR DPS UP WE'LL HAVE TO KICK YOU OUT OF THE GUILD DUDE. So again you set your second completely full plate down and go back AGAIN. I dunno what the gently caress you get this time, since you already have basically everything they serve, but on one multiplate I watched a dude walk(?) to the salad bar and create the following salad: 1 giant ladle of blue cheese dressing directly onto the plate Multiple giant scoops of shredded cheese on top of this Multiple giant scoops of those weird ham cube-bits on top of this Multiple giant scoops of bacon bits on top of this Multiple giant scoops of boiled egg crumbles on top of this An enormous pile of croutons A giant scoop of mushrooms (I think this "made it healthy" because mushrooms are like a fish or something and fish is negative calorie superfood?) 2 giant ladles of blue cheese dressing on top Just think about that for a loving minute. OK, frankly, it sounds pretty delicious, but holy poo poo how horrid does something like that have to be for you? Imagine trying to poo poo that out a few hours down the line. But now you have your third plate, and so now you can at least quiet the yammering fear that you won't get to eat everything in the entire God-damned place before it closes down for the night, and at last you can finally start to eat. Again, this is not fantasy. I've watched this multiple times. I've seen a woman so fat she had to use a walker to move sit by herself at a 4-person table and completely cover the surface of it with plates of food before she started eating, and she cleaned every last one of them. It has the same uneasy, somehow alien fascination of seeing a car wreck, or a really hosed-up porn where the chick is wearing spider prosthetics and hissing all the loving time. You're like, am I really supposed to be entertained by this? I kind of feel bad, and sort of weird, but... I mean, just loving look at it. It's brutal, unchained nihilism unfettered from any concept of moderation or shame or self-preservation and frankly it's kind of fascinating watching someone deliberately say "gently caress any sort of a comfortable life, WHERE IS THE THOUSAND ISLAND CONTAINER?" So what I'm trying to say is, Golden Corral really is cheap dinner theater, and believe it or not you can actually eat there without consuming ten thousand+ calories if you just eat a steak strip or two and some salad or potatoes or something. Oh, and did I mention the Chocolate Wonderfall? Well, frankly, if you dare to use that loving thing I salute you, because it wouldn't surprise me to find a live octopus in it. This is already too long for a dumb post about obsessive fatties at Golden Corral, but if I get a chance later I might type up some of the poo poo I've seen people do with that thing. BTW as a disclaimer I'm a 220-lb dude (6'2" though so I don't look too monstrous) who has spent his whole life losing and then gaining weight. I know it's extremely tough to do, and it's REALLY tough to keep doing and maintain it, but there's a big difference between "I'm overweight, try my best, run 4 times a week, and occasionally overindulge in an entire tub of scoop n' eat cheesecake filling" and sticking your face to the loving ears into the Chocolate Wonderfall and sucking like Cygnus X-1 till security gets there with the the bullropes. I hope someone liked reading that as much as I liked writing it. * * * * * * * * OK, so, as promised, the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL. That's right, a non-stop flowing river of chocolate decadence. I have no idea how it's legal to have this thing. At first glance it's like, "Yeah, that's kind of cool, looks tasty," but then on further reflection you begin to think of terms like "vector" and "transmission" and "patient zero" and start to reconsider. They don't let restaurants serve food "family style" (big bowls and serving spoons in a common dish on the table) and this seems like family style on steroids. I dunno. Bruce told me about the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL one night on the way to GC. "Dude, they have like this chocolate river thing now, you'll see." "Is it good?" "No, dude. No. Just watch." Now, they have a person who stands in the dessert section who is supposed to, I guess, guard the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL? But they are not always there, and occasionally disappear into the back of the restaurant to do whatever it is that is done back there. This is as effective as any guard who is randomly gone. But in case user 'goldencorral' is in this thread, I will say that every gross/unsanitary thing I've seen regarding the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL has taken place when this person, who I will call Deputy Sweeto, was gone. The way people are actually supposed to engage with the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL: take a piece of something that would be good with chocolate, stick it on a skewer, stick it under the chocolate, you are done. Put it on a plate so it doesn't drop all over the place, go back to your seat, eat, enjoy, go home. Fifty return trips to the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL optional, but necessary. So here are some things I've seen people do with the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL. Note that the real threat to the integrity of the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL is not adults, who although they may do disgusting and unhealthy things to it (such as using, say, actual loving fudge as the material to be chocolate-covered) most of them are conscientious enough to not be unsanitary. Oh, but unattended children, they Do. Not. Give. A. gently caress. And believe me, at GC there's going to be some unattended children, because mommy and daddy are trying to get their DPS up people, and paying attention to their precious living things might result in someone else getting more of the mac and cheese crust covering by delaying their second multiplate. Chocolate chicken leg: This is what I saw the first time I went there and just before the only time I contemplated chocolating something up. Just as I was about to get up, I watched a little kid, probably about 6-7 years old, walk up to the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL and stick a fried chicken leg in it. Now, frankly, this is loving hilarious. Just really think for a minute about seeing this, the little dude just staggering over to the chocolate and plunging a fried chicken leg into it. There's no question at this point that little bits of fried batter are getting knocked off by the power of the WONDERFALL and merging with the chocolate, and I know there's nothing I'd like better on a strawberry than some soggy, chocolate-infused fried chicken coating. So already Bruce and I are laughing so loving hard we're practically injuring ourselves, but this gets better. After thoroughly chocolating this chicken leg, the kid yanks it out from under the WONDERFALL, makes no attempt to put a plate under it or anything, and turns and walks away from the thing, trailing the chicken leg at his side like a caveman's club. Well, it is dripping chocolate. Not a lot, but some, and no one is paying attention to it, so people are walking through this liquid chocolate and just smearing it all over the place and making a hellish, God-awful mess. Admittedly, it's just around that dessert section, which is tile, but still. Little dude walks back to his table, looks at the chicken leg with some consternation, and then just throws it under the table on the floor. I've seen a dude take a plate of bourbon chicken (which, to the uninitiated, is basically chicken bits in a brown fructose sauce... but okay, it's delicious too), walk over to the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL, and use a spoon to completely cover his already-soaked-in-loving-sugary-solution chicken pieces in milk chocolate. Ol' Deputy Sweeto was there for this one, but didn't say anything because, well, what the guy was doing wasn't unsanitary or harming the fountain or anything, it was just, you know, gross beyond belief at the cellular level. As he walked away Deputy Sweeto caught me staring. We locked eyes across the restaurant, shared a brief look of "What have we seen? Others have not...", and then went about our normal business, strangers connected by a shared glimpse into the Maw of Chicken Madness. Dude took his chocolate bourbon chicken over to the buffet, put a little rice on the side, and went and ate the whole loving thing. Frankly I was tempted to go get a chunk or two of bourbon chicken and do the same thing myself just to see what the gently caress that could possibly taste like and why someone would eat a plate of it, but then I realized that I will at some point want to look at myself in the mirror and feel proud of my life as a human being and so I didn't. CHOCOLATE WONDERSPRAY: Occasionally you will get someone who is not satisfied with a single layer of chocolate on their treat, and they will stand for a moment and let the chocolate on their tastybit harden a smidge and put some more chocolate on it. OK so by occasionally I mean "almost everyone does this." I don't consider this horrid gluttony unless you're up there for loving five minutes and walk away with a chocolate baseball on a stick (but yes, I've seen people stand up there and do that for literally five minutes before, I think they are mainly just trying to drip as much chocolate as possible onto the plate they hold beneath it, "Whoops, now I guess I have to eat all this too, mustn't waste!"). But this little girl takes the cake for that poo poo. If standing there and maybe gently blowing on your chocolate-covered tastybit allows more chocolate, then you know what would be better? Blow on it like you're Superman putting out the loving Towering Inferno, that's what! The little girl dunks her krispie, pulls it out, and proceeds to blow on it like Superman put- you get it. Well, this results in little chocolate drops being blown all over the loving place. The sheer violence of the blowing is also denuding her little treat of chocolate, so she sticks it in again and does the same thing, with the same results. So again. And again. At this point the area near her is beginning to resemble something that has seen the touch of several shotgun shells full of chocolate birdshot. At last her mother saw what she was doing and came and got her, and then, in an unusual and heartening twist, called for Deputy Sweeto and tried to help clean up. Your average mom at GC would have grabbed her child, looked around anxiously, and then slunk away. So high five, moral and responsible mom! What the gently caress are you doing OH NAW DUDE DUDE NAW CHRIST: Short and sweet and horrible. Man gets soup bowl. Man walks to CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL, fills soup bowl 3/4 full. Puts rice krispie on top. Walks back to table, crushes rice krispie with spoon, begins eating pure liquid chocolate with minor crunchy bits, and I lose faith in the future of the world. * * * * * * * * So. Babies at Golden Corral. First, let's just state that I love babies. They are nature's little Jokers, agents of chaos who just do not give a gently caress. About anything. They don't give a gently caress about your rules, your controls, your social mores, or your laws. They will poo poo on the floor like it's nothing. They are gonna do what they want, and when they find something they like to do they are going to do it, and they will do it as long as possible and the longer they do it the faster they will do it and the harder they will laugh. Seriously, they are about the best free entertainment in the world. Literally the funniest thing in the world to me is to be in a crowded public place and have a baby start doing that kind of crying where they are just screaming at the top of their loving lungs with tears running down their faces, occasionally pausing and falling almost completely silent to gulp in another big lungful of air before going back to 180 decibels while the parent looks around frantically and begs them to stop. I mean, seriously, that's the funniest poo poo in the world. Bonus points if this happens at Golden Corral and Trailer Park Romeo & Juliet (see below) look at the shrieking, obviously infuriated child, shrug like, "Zis my porblem? Sheeeit izza baby, he's justa cryn," before going back to DPSing as hard as possible. Holy poo poo I'm seriously LMAO right now just thinking about it. Now, I am a childless man. There is a really good reason for this, which is that I am a selfish rear end in a top hat who can't comprehend not being able to wake up and just do whatever I want all day without being burdened by another living thing's requirements. poo poo, I can barely take care of my snapping turtle, who only requires some sort of flesh be tossed in his tank every week or so. But that said, even I understand at the atomic level that when you actually do have a child, that child must take precedence over absolutely everything else in your entire life including anything you may have wanted. You have to nurture it, guide it, protect it, take care of it, watch over it, and teach it how to be a good person who will contribute to society. Unless you take it to Golden Corral. At this point, a magical alchemy occurs and you no longer have any responsibility for your baby, and you should just let it run free and learn on its own things like "steam tables are hot" and "a handful of ranch dressing feels funny." You see a lot of kids at Golden Corral, sticking chicken legs in CHOCOLATE WONDERFALLS and things, and you do see a lot of babies also. Now when I say baby, I basically mean a being anywhere from womb-age to young enough it can barely walk unassisted and does that terrifying hard-lean-forward baby stagger while you cringe and simultaneously fear/long for the inevitable faceplant. Young enough to still have to stick in a highchair, basically. Quite a few couples with kids you will see at Golden Corral fit the stereotype I think of as "Trailer Park Romeo and Juliet." This means: 1 partner very large, usually extremely disheveled, with a wild eye and an aggressive demeanor who speaks very loudly and has no problem yelling threats of physical violence to either partner or child, like "IMMA FUCKIN BEAT YOU" at full volume in the midst of a crowded restaurant. If this partner is the female they will always, always have at least one large facial mole with multiple black bristles sticking from it. 1 partner whisper thin, hellishly passive, instinctively flinching, watery-eyed, with a sick smile and a completely whipped and beaten-down aura coming off them in discernible waves. If this partner is the male they will always, always be sporting a disgusting pubestache with three very prominent hairs longer than the surrounding pubes which have obviously been cultivated with love and pride. People say stereotypes are the language of hate, but they become stereotypes by being repeatedly true over centuries. So anyway, these are the kind of people who will trail 3-4 kids from ages 1-6 into a Wal-mart and turn to the 6 year-old and say things like, "NOW LITTLE BECKY YOU WATCH YER SISTERS OK" and then walk off to the bathroom and leave them alone, or think nothing of knocking a kid to the floor when the least bit irritated. To put it more plainly, abominable genetic misfit monsters who should never have been allowed to breed and shouldn't be entrusted with the welfare of a human child. Oh, but they have them, and by the bucketload, and then they take them... to Golden Corral. Oh and before I say anything else YES, I know what I am about to describe sucks rear end for the server. I'm well aware of this. I tip extremely well when I go to any place like this because I know the poor people working there aren't making dick and are specifically having to deal with poo poo like this, so rage against that machine somewhere else. If I had a baby, and I took the baby to Golden Corral, I know exactly the steps I would take. Here they are, in order: Put infant in high chair. Go get food when infant is safe. Bring infant back some small piece of appropriate food they can gnaw on, if they are old enough to do so. Occasionally feed infant small safe bits of food off my own plate. Parents, is this reasonable? I hope so. Here is what I would not do: Get infant a plate completely full of nacho cheese sauce and top with some chips. Place on highchair tray in front of infant. Ignore infant as it goes buck loving "samurai wild" on the incredibly inappropriate thing before it. So, you know how when a baby does something it thinks is amusing, like, say, lightly slaps a stuffed animal and you go, "Ow!" and it laughs? What happens next? Well, the baby is amused, and it wants more amusement, so it will slap the stuffed animal again. Harder. And faster. If it continues to be amused, it will continue to do this. Harder. And faster. Again. And again. Until it's a little sped-up blur of slapping and hysterical giggling. It's practically a law of nature, you could probably make an equation for it. (Baby amusement) = (Force of strikes)(Speed of strikes) Something like that. Note that term A only gets bigger if terms B and C constantly increase, and term A must increase because FUN FOR THE FUN GOD! So, now, imagine putting a full plate of viscous canned cheddar sauce before a baby. What the gently caress do you think is going to happen? Well, you can guess. Baby stuck its hands in the cheese, sucked some cheese off its hands, and eventually came to the realization that by sort of hitting the cheese, it could cause an amusing pattern/feeling/spatter. The baby looked at his own cheese-laden hand, fascinated, and then he laughed. That laugh was the key. The equation had begun. There was no stopping it now. Across the room, I nudged Bruce. "poo poo's about to get real, bro." He looked up from his mountain of cabbage and roots and other leafy poo poo and saw where I was looking. "Oh gently caress yes, they gave it nacho cheese, how God-damned dumb are they? They gave it a whole plate!" This said in the same tones you'd use to say something like, "It is El Dorado, a whole city made of solid gold!" Man I love that guy, he's awesome. Now that first baby cheese-slap was just an experiment. We've all seen it, and you all know exactly what I mean. "What is this? What does it feel like? How does it respond to my power?" But once baby has figured out that A)cheese isn't fighting back and B)hey that felt funny and C)things around me turn orange! there was no turning back. "I am Golden Corral's reckoning. Here to end the borrowed time you've all been living on." A second slap landed in the plate of nacho cheese. Significantly harder. Significantly more cheese went flying. Already at this point Bruce and I are laughing our asses off, because just these two slaps by themselves have made a hellish mess, baby is covered in cheese, cheese is everywhere, mom and dad are DPSing and so don't have time to pay attention to their precious child, and you can just see where this is going already. See this in your mind, friends, the child's arm speeding up, harder and faster each time, the child giggling, its arm turning into a little pinwheel of destruction. >SLAP< Cheese flies. >SLAP< Cheese flies. >SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP< loving CHEDDARCAUST There's loving cheese everywhere. The kid looks like they took a nacho shower, there's cheese in his loving hair, and I'm not talking an isolated drop of cheese, no sir, I'm talking "gently caress it shave the baby, there's no way we're getting this out" cheese-in-hair. The area on the floor around baby's highchair looks like someone murdered a Taco Bell with a power drill. Mom and dad don't give a gently caress. "CURRR-TIS!" mom says, affectionate and exasperated. "Why'd you do that?" Uh, maybe it's because you gave something without the current capacity for rational thought the equivalent of a food WMD, lady, just guessing. So after seeing the ELE-level mess her kid had made, Momma Fats just moves the cratered nacho plate away (which she ended up eating, a common enough fat person justification, "Oh honey do YOU want a giant plate of food you can't possibly eat OH I GUESS I WILL HAVE TO FINISH THAT FOR YOU CAN'T WASTE") and handed the kid a loving chicken nugget. This mess was so awesome that the server for that section literally called over multiple other servers to see it. - Jonathon Spectre
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Bust Rodd posted:I'm sorry for thread necro but have gotten some PMs about the thread I didn't PM you, but every couple of weeks or so I'll see it in my list of bookmarked threads and wonder how your brother is doing. It's nice to hear he is doing okay and moving forward. Bust Rodd posted:So like if he and my mom get into a disagreement he’ll go back in his “cell”. He refers to his room as his cell about 20% of the time, more if he’s stressed or anxious after a long day at the warehouse. I can imagine the fact that he still uses prison terms can be off-putting to some people. And while the sister might mean well, he's probably doing the right thing by wanting a designated "feelings" place, as he put it. There's probably A LOT of thoughts and feelings he's still trying to process -- stuff he probably doesn't want to talk about at the drop of a hat, or maybe even at all.
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Mar 1, 2020 16:03
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Tin Can Hit Man posted:I didn't PM you, but every couple of weeks or so I'll see it in my list of bookmarked threads and wonder how your brother is doing. It's nice to hear he is doing okay and moving forward.  Glad y'all are doing well.
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Mar 1, 2020 16:07
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i never imagined how brainwashy prison could be 
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Mar 1, 2020 16:14
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It's kind of sobering seeing what 20 years of the same routine will do to you. Especially when -- more often than not -- you're just chucked back into society and expected to acclimate yourself anew with little to no assistance. I've said it before, but having a place to come home to and a supportive family is probably one of the big reasons he is doing as well as he is given that the system practically sets them up to fail.
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Mar 1, 2020 16:19
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there should definitely be a reintegration training/counseling program for inmates released after 10+ years in prison either run by the prison, or maybe it'd be better to have a non-prison industry non-profit? Is there a non-profit already for something like this? If not there should be.
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Mar 1, 2020 16:27
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The point is kind of that there literally isn’t a way for a for-profit prison system to effectively maintain or repair the mental health of their product UH-ER I MEAN uh population For Profit prisons are the reasons prisons are so terrible. Once we commute all the non-violent drug offenders out, the prison population drops by like, uh, 30% and suddenly there are more resources available and fewer resources consumed to help the remaining inmates but your still preoccupied with sacrificing resources for them in order to make money. All correctional institutions should be public, and the current prison system should be abolished.
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Mar 2, 2020 14:24
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Terrible is actually the default state of all prisons since the dawn of time. The concept of a non-terrible prison is a modern innovation
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Mar 2, 2020 14:27
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Dick Bastardly posted:lol at grown men inmates crying about not having access to Golden Corral Prison meals are neither good nor plentiful. I volunteer with a prison ministry and we bring in about $5,000 worth of food for a 3-day ministry weekend. Thats for 42 inmates, 30 volunteers and the officers that participate. I smoke about 180 pounds of brisket for one of the meals. One guy who attended the weekend 4 years ago still hugs me when he sees me and talks about the brisket.
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Mar 2, 2020 19:38
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A lot of countries manage to keep low rates of recidivism, and have been doing so for a while. You're not likely to find those institutions treating criminal elements in society like animals and/or making their misery a profitable venture.
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Mar 2, 2020 20:37
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that golden corral copy-paste was the funniest loving thing i've read in a month
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Mar 2, 2020 22:04
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Coolguye posted:that golden corral copy-paste was the funniest loving thing i've read in a month  Where is it from?
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Mar 3, 2020 12:16
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Some ancient GBS thread I think. Seems like OP's brother might be used to routine, which can maybe be a decent coping mechanism in the slightly less hellworld than usual environment he's been released into, but probably needs some moderation. Might be easy for him to overeat now he has access to non-garbage food. Maybe make a designated time and place for talking about his feelings if that's what he's used to, if he doesn't have a professional to talk to already. That kinda helps already for most people I think, that they can have their time to open up with sufficient warning and preparation and then get on with their lives.
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Mar 3, 2020 12:47
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PhotoKirk posted:Prison meals are neither good nor plentiful. I volunteer with a prison ministry and we bring in about $5,000 worth of food for a 3-day ministry weekend. Thats for 42 inmates, 30 volunteers and the officers that participate. Your doing the Lord's work. I bet those guys think about that meal all year.
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Mar 3, 2020 13:38
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PhotoKirk posted:Prison meals are neither good nor plentiful. I volunteer with a prison ministry and we bring in about $5,000 worth of food for a 3-day ministry weekend. Thats for 42 inmates, 30 volunteers and the officers that participate. You're a good person. I like you.
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Mar 3, 2020 23:13
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OP, how hosed is this person once he gets to prison? https://www.fox13news.com/news/man-gets-up-to-775-years-in-prison-for-filming-sex-abuse-of-infant
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I hope that after he dies, they just leave his carcass in the cell until the actual sentence is up. in 205 to 775 years.
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