Tank-style undershirt. Tuck them and its practically guaranteed to prevent plumber’s crack or that thing where the bottom of your gut hangs out that a lot of fat dudes seem oblivious to.

I stopped attending local MtG events many years ago because of this one cadre of assholes who not only had obnoxious personalities but also smelled like they carried old onions and dog shit in their back pockets.

“We don’t have Cosmos or NOVA but we do have a complete collection of Ancient Aliens and whatever bullshit Graham Hancock peddling at the moment.”

Would he prefer “burn out the rich”?

Time to reaquaint myself with physical media. I’ve had enough of this shit. I only signed up to watch the new Unsolved Mysteries, anyways. I’m sure I can sail the seas to find that quite easily.

Games and software for PC where commonly cracked and shared among my friends and I back in those days. We started a 8 person Quake II clan with one legit copy of the game.

It wasn’t common at all for consoles outside of emulation which wasn’t as polished or ubiquitous as it is now. I remember spending hours trying to get a Super Nintendo emulator to run a Chrono Trigger rom correctly. We heard about custom mod chips for Playstation that you let you play Japanese games and copied games but we thought it was elite hacker shit and never bothered.