laughing at people is different than laughing with people…
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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/
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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.
There are no children here. And no lawns. But I do yell at the jays that try to nest over my front door. And they yell back. A hose won't reach them but my special squirt gun will.
Ha! I looked it up. I can discourage them from nesting as long as I don't disturb an actual nest. Not that I would EVER do such a thing. Anyway, the jays don't migrate (although I don't suppose that matters). They bother us all year round. Like the geese.
FedEx drivers who are too scared to drive up to my house and deliver packages instead leaving them on the road or in the wet grass to get damaged and/or stolen.
Yeah I've got a steep drive with sharp turn to get to the top but I've hauled a goose neck 5th wheeler up here as well as had a cement pumper come up the drive and manage to get turned around and back down. Propane truck and UPS can make it up here too but FedEx? Nooooooooooooooooooooo!
This morning I found a package that contains a dresser for my Mom's new room at the memory care facility left along the road in the freshly irrigated grass. They didn't even bother to come up to the house and knock on the door to let me know they were leaving it there. I can't see the end of the drive from the house (trees block view - it's not THAT far) so I was lucky I happen to be walking down there for something else.
I bought a temperature probe for the grill last fall. I never took it out of the box because I got too cold for me to reliably use my old gas grill for cool smoke. Now I can't find it. I'm smoking a pot roast today. The temperature probe that I got a great deal on sure would be handy to have. Where the fuck did I stash the damn thing???
Think about where you would stash it today if putting away for season, and look there!
I found it. Not where I would stash it for the season. If it had teeth it would have bitten me.
Chuck roast at 143 after two hours. Stuck the probe in it anyway for the covered portion of the journey. I want to get used to it. And it's cool seeing the grill temp. Hopefully I'll be able to find it next time I smoke something. It's pretty cool.
When my wife loses stuff and I start looking she's like "I would never put it there." I'm like "did you look everywhere you might have put it?" She's like "Yes." I'm like "then it must be someplace you wouldn't put it, right?"
litter. thieves. other criminals. dogowners that don't pickup dogshit or leave bags of dogshit on the street. dogs that are off leash. assholes. moochers. laziness. Bad driving, especially speeding, failure to use turn signals, going through red lights, and fast driving in chain control roads. Illegal drug users/sellers. Illegal aliens. anyone who didn't pay off their student loan with interest, without missing a single payment, like I did. tobacco products. salt. "Add tip" on credit card transactions for over the counter food. Joe Biden.
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