laughing at people is different than laughing with people…
fact.
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laughing at people is different than laughing with people…
fact.
What happened to this place? It’s really become so tediously boring.
Seriously y’all are boring as fuck-all these days. Bring back Hugh and Bunny.
maybe you should consider joining Benny over at the New York State ski blog… nothing but nonstop excitement over there.
https://nyskiblog.com/forum/
fact.
I’ve never skied in New York, any reason to drive west of Vermont? Lake Placid seems like it’s hundreds of miles away on those shitty roads.
Nobody’s doing blow these days, and who can blame us, fucking Mexicans putting fenty in blow is brutal. No more face drugs for this guy. So I guess that’s annoying. I still have a good psychedelic hookup, but yeah. Tripping is like a once or twice a year deal these days.
Ranjan from Eddie Bauer customer support is annoying me.
Ranjan is going to make me return a pair of boots that I actually wanted to keep, simply because he doesn't understand how to apply coupon codes.
One of the reasons I posted in that other thread about being at wit's end at my job: I inherited this billing report spreadsheet that is mostly voodoo and would probably work better if I sacrificed a chicken. First month having to do it on my own. The KT last month literally was over 10 hours of recorded sessions of the previous guy walking me through it. At least I have that. At least an hour of that is me saying the SFW version of "are you fucking kidding me?!?!?" I probably have 2-4 hours of work left. I can't believe this is how we generate numbers so the customer will pay us. Every fucking month. This is not what I had in mind when I was growing up.
Peter Sellers is annoying as fuck, Slim Pickens however, that dude is gold.
you ever meet a glasser at a surfshop? the guys with long bleached by the ocean hair, a deep tan, and barely a fucking brain cell because of chronic chemical exposure? the ones to whom the description of bovine is a compliment? Beatahflake is the ski equivalent, stuck his head in a tub of wax and never came up for air.
Ha! I feel like we must have covered this before. Yeah, high school days we lived, and I surfed, in the LA South Bay - PV. I’d hang out in the surf shops on PCH in Redondo and Hermosa. One of them - Petrillo - asked me if I wanted to work in the factory so I went down to Newport Beach to check it out. It was those guys and a few of them were wasted on speed, which combined really well with the resin fumes and the dust from sanding. Permanent damage.
I thought about it longer than I should have but decided not to. Instead I fucked up my brain with smoke from fighting wildfires - more organic.