This was a long long long time ago, presumably before this rule, if that’s how it is now. It has been several decades since I turned 30.
I don’t think I’ll ever play an escape room game again. It was fun, it was nice being with my friends, but I was terrible at it, and I felt like I was unhelpful. In general, I enjoyed the experience, but I don’t think I’ll do it again.
It’s a message board. You’re not exactly under oath here.
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Holy crap! I gotta slow down when I read. I thought you were saying “Got a few things I would rather not do again but circumcision…”
I thought, We Have a Winner!
Masterbate with hand sanitizer.
It’s just ta da dum ta da dum ta dum. Nothing easier to sit than a gallop. You must have been riding a horse with three legs.
I think we can all go home now.
Times Square on New Year’s Eve. You can’t get anywhere near the place if you don’t spend all day there. You get to the 34th street train station a few hours before midnight, the police will tell you to walk a mile up 8th Avenue and you’d be able to go down that way toward the ball-drop, but after doing so in single-digit weather, it turns out you can’t get through there either, and you’re crushed with a zillion other people who think that they will eventually be allowed in, until by the time you realize you’ve utterly wasted your night, midnight has passed.
So not worth the bother.
I felt the same way about “Pulp Fiction”, except I also felt like I needed a Hazmat-grade shower as well.
Did once, won’t again: Week-long canoe trip in the Boundary Waters. Wanted to do it, did it, no desire to do it again now that it was crossed off my bucket list. Plus, I was literally half the age I am now and nowhere near as fit, and 50 pounds heavier. :rolleyes: This was 1991, and when we came out of the forest, we asked the outfitters if Bush was still president. 
Read In Cold Blood. Once is enough.
I saw Van Halen when I was 18.
Worst concert I ever attended; no desire to ever see them again, not even as a nostalgia act.
Camping out on Assateague Island. Too hot and too many mosquitoes.
Camping, period. Way too much work, felt dirty the whole time, flies and/or mosquitoes everywhere, uncomfortable sleeping accommodation. Throw in the uncertainty of the weather and I just don’t see the appeal.
Camping is really a stupid thing to do if there is a hotel within 30 miles or so.
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I love camping.
Attending the Boston Esplanade July 4th concert. It’s a long wait for music you can barely hear, and nice fireworks show, and a ridiculously long time trying to get to the T in a huge crowd.
Did you go last night, or did that just remind you of it?
I’ve been along the river for the fireworks, but never close enough to the Hatch Shell to see the concert. I’d kinda like to do it someday, if I had a group of people to get there early and stake out a spot, and take turns holding on to it.
Drink a fifth of ouzo in one night.
Assist in a llama castration.
Attempt to make a goose scotch egg.
Skydiving.
It just reminded me of it. Last night we were in bed before the fireworks started. 
Congratulations, I guess?
I went to Tufts with some friends. There’s a spot on the hill there where you can see the fireworks and almost hear them. Kind of a nice balance of festive and mellow.
Saw a little of the concert on a cell phone, but Rita Moreno can still bring it.