Make your hollandaise in a blender bro.
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Who is the scumbag in question and what’s the hand signal?
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Yeah, I read an article about him, real pos
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He's a real pos that managed to fleece a lot of people. I'm so sick of these fucking grifters and con men.
Just amazed dude didn't know who he is or what that gesture's all about. Honestly kind of jealous at that level of ignorance.
I don’t have any social media beyond this forum. Don’t have a news feed and don’t usually browse news on the internet or watch news. I occasionally scroll through the AP app. It’s mostly garbage
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Who da fuk? Needs immediate beat down. That face is very, very, very punchable
Eggs scarce in sf too.
Freaking Nazi’s everywhere these days. Front and center at our local CBS news station’s Christmas party.
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WTF is wrong with people?
I’m not really into violence, but if I see someone do that in public I’m going to punch them right in the dick.
Opposite experience for me with FB marketplace when selling a car. Waaay more dunderheads hitting auto-reply "Is this item still available?" etc. And asking dumb questions in the comments, accusing me of lying about the mileage bc I didn't post an odometer pic (like I'm gonna lie about 328k miles lol). Dipshits drove me crazy. Finally went back to Craigslist and sold it in a day.
GL, are you moving?
I had a couple that wanted me to deliver it and a few that said they'd send their wives to pick it up. Sorry, not delivering shit for free and as already mentioned, I can't move the stuff myself so if you can't come help get it out of there I can't give it to you. I'll end up dismantling and cutting up the sewing machine table and add it to the pile of scrap steel I have piled up and when I get my van working right again I'll take it to the recycling place about 40 miles away (yes that's the closest). The bigass electric motor and switches might have some use I haven't come up with yet so it'll go with the others I have in the basement, the machine will probably get tossed.
Can you just take it outside and set it all on fire? Seems easier than cutting and hauling. Or feed it into the fireplace/wood stove?
How tight is the housing market where this house is? If it is even 50% of what we have going on here I would just say that the buyers inherited a house full of furniture.
How come whenever you're trying to remove a sticker from something you can pull off about 90% perfectly, then that last 10% starts shredding and leaving sticky residue that needs to be laboriously scraped off? That annoys me.
Dumb mf'n uphill skiers at resorts are starting to annoy me. Uphilling Sleeper at Mary Jane on a busy-as-fuck Sunday? GTFO of here with that bullshit. :mad:
Produce stickers.
As a matter of fact, the entire experience at Whole Foods last night annoyed the shit out of me.
First, the store seemingly hasn't recovered from the Holidays cause it was cleared out of anything remotely normal. This is in a major US city, not the Frisco Whole Foods (which was ironically more stocked as of last week).
Secondly, they only had one register staffed and the customer service counter, which, as I was told, wouldn't be processing normal checkouts. So I grabbed my new employee apron and headed on over to the self-checkout queue. The sticky as shit scanning station I was given had one bag left, neat. I waited for the overworked staffer to bring more as the mile long line behind me burned holes in the back of my head.
Then once I got to work scanning my own groceries I felt the fucking hard plastic clamshell of my baby romaine mix scratch my hand, whatever.
My son then says, Dad, you're bleeding. I look down to where the fucking clamshell had scratched me and it was like the world's deepest papercut, just oozing blood. I jam that hand in my pocket so I don't bleed out on my dirty workstation and proceed to one-arm the rest of my purchases, which I was able to do by summoning the overworked employee two more times as the scanner wouldn't let me proceed after selecting "no container" for the aforementioned produce laden with irremovable stickers.
I was this close to just saying fuck it and leaving the entire mess there for Whole Foods to deal with but I couldn't as I felt a bond with my new co-worker who was trying just as hard to get me out of there.
Fuck that place.
Whole Foods, eh?
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