

Even if the shit happened immediately his followers wouldn’t care.
Even if the shit happened immediately his followers wouldn’t care.
The person I actually am hits the snooze button 26 times in a row.
People come here to hoard broken cars & ripped tarps
Not to mention the enormous, life-changing $1700 per year of oil money everybody gets.
The most ironic cybertruck I’ve seen so far was one owned and vinyl-wrapped by a waterproofing company. The same cybertruck that can’t be taken through a car wash.
I got paddled once at school in 6th grade (this was in the '70s when they still did that shit). Two whacks for talking during class or maybe it was because my desk was messy. The teacher let me choose between two paddles (an evil all by itself) and I foolishly chose the one with holes drilled in it (which leads to greater whack speed and less surface area hit). She took me out in the hall and her first blow missed badly - hit me on my hamstrings behind my knees and they kept hurting for days. She said “oh that one doesn’t count” and hit me on my ass twice more.
Weirdly enough, she had marched with Martin Luther King Jr. during the civil rights era and played his “I Have a Dream” speech for the class (not on the say day as my paddling, though).
At least if she’s deported she can’t be buried at Trump’s golf course.
Or using stairs. “Ooh. Ah. Ugh. Argh.”
Are you kidding me? That’s a daily double punchable face. The mouth is smiling but the eyes are making sure the battery cables are firmly clamped on your nipples.
You kids and your Gores and Kuciniches. Pepperidge Farm remembers Mondale/Ferraro. Shit, we remember McGovern.
Oh, we’re weary all right.
I mean, imagine if friction worked like this. You’d push a heavy object … and it would move to the left (or maybe the right?) like it was on ice.
FWIW I do have a Physics undergraduate degree. It doesn’t help in this case.
For me, the weirdest thing is that when a charged particle moves through a magnetic field, it experiences a force perpendicular to the direction of motion; this results in the particle tracing out a curved path through the field. Like … what the actual fuck? Why in hell would the universe be this way?
School bus driving— Mixing truck driving with zoo keeping…
That’s a great description - except zoo keepers have bars and glass plates to protect them from the animals.
Next you’ll be telling me there are active oil wells in downtown Los Angeles.
I’m a school bus driver and we’re supposed to not allow foul language. It’s only a problem on the middle school runs, and it’s not really worth the effort on my part to do anything about it. I’m just happy when I can unload all the kids and nothing has been set on fire.
Chicken jockey
Deez nutz
Uh, airline tickets to India?
I spent a summer in south India a few years ago during monsoon season. I was fucking miserable in my jeans and shirts until I switched over to wearing loose, flowing clothes made of bleached kahdi (loose homespun cotton) like the locals. It keeps the sun off you and even when it gets soaked it doesn’t cling to your skin, and then whenever the rain stops it dries completely very quickly. Other westerners I met made fun of me for pretending to go native, but they had no clue how effective it was.
NYC has despised trump for decades, as have most large cities. The GOP’s grip on federal power has never depended on winning the blue cities.
I worked for an Internet startup in the ‘90s and at one point we were sucking up to R. J. Reynolds’ venture capital division for more funding. This tobacco company had so much fucking money they had actually branched out into venture capitalism to do something with it. The VCs came to visit us one day; we were in a non-smoking office and these assholes spent the entire day literally chain-smoking in the meeting room. We had not much ventilation and the smoke was so thick you couldn’t see to the end of the hallway. I kept walking past the meeting room and loudly coughing and my bosses eventually sent me home.
We ended up not getting any money from them. The only good part of this story is that these guys have all surely died horrible deaths from cancer or emphysema by now. But in order to sell the lie that cigarettes aren’t harmful, these R. J. Reynolds executives had first convinced themselves of it. The human capacity for self-delusion is truly remarkable.