I never have mine, I spent half my life using payphones. I looked in my dream journal and I found a couple of dreams where I tried to use a payphone but it was out of order.

I asked the kid who works for me, he is 20 so he has never used a pay phone. He said he has his phone but it never works.

Maybe there is something to that…idk, I am just a peckerwood from South Texas who married the same batshit crazy woman twice so I am pretty stupid lol.

We would all have a picnic

Alright, listen up. We have a fugitive on the run: Steve Bannon. We need all hands on deck to track him down. Our primary search areas are Taco Bells and other fast food joints. This is a coordinated effort, so follow these instructions carefully.

First, teams will be deployed to every Taco Bell in the vicinity. Check the dining area, restrooms, and parking lots. Speak with employees and customers. If anyone has seen him, get as much detail as possible about his direction of travel.

Second, expand the search to other fast food chains: McDonald’s, Burger King, Wendy’s, KFC, you name it. These are high-traffic locations where he might blend in easily. Again, cover every corner: inside and out.

Report in every 30 minutes with updates, even if you don’t find anything. This is a time-sensitive operation, and coordination is key.

Stay vigilant, stay sharp, and let’s bring Steve Bannon in.

He should run, it would be hilarious.

Are they going to release them all at once or do I have to wait until August to watch them?

Ah, the old Tarantula attack. They never see that one coming.

We were 80s middle class both parents worked. My dad sold insurance and my mom was a nurse.

If you can’t run with the big dog stay on the porch.

Bro when I was a kid I was into it all. Tamagotchi, hyper colors everything, Pogs, Beanie Babies, Slap bracelets, scooters (not the razors scooters the earlier BMX scooters), friendship bracelets, that kickball with the plastic ring you bounced on, moon shoes, Jams, Big Dog, I’m a dude that loved him some Polly Pockets, windbreakers, bomber jackets, M.U.S.C.L.E, G.I. Joe, Pound Puppies, Garbage Pale Kids, those puffy monster balls you squeezed and their eyes popped out, Shrinky Dinks, and then by the late 90s I was walking around with 30" cuffs in my Kikwear and a Kangol.

Edit: Big Dawg changed to Big Dog, changed 80s to BMX.

I showed this to my friend and he reminded me of the time we got really into Swatch Watches but our parents wouldn’t buy them for us so we stole one and passed it back and forth until we got caught.

Don’t fly Boeing

What’s the deal with Tic Tacs? I guess everyone forgot his love for beans

“Titanium is how much? Fuck it use the fake stuff, I need a new super yacht. What’s the worst that can happen, we have to assassinate some whistle-blowers? Hahahahahahaha we can do whatever we want!” - Boeing Executive

There I figured it out for you

You know how old people get, by golly they forget everything.

They took my cereal away,
They took my Frosted Flakes away,
I was pouring a bowl,
When they walked right through my door,
They took my cereal away.

The KKK took my cereal away,
They took my breakfast away,
The KKK took my cereal away,
They took my breakfast away.

They came while I was dreaming,
My spoon was left there gleaming,
They took my bowl, they took my spoon,
Now I can’t eat in the morning,
The KKK took my cereal away.

The KKK took my cereal away,
They took my breakfast away,
The KKK took my cereal away,
They took my breakfast away.

And now my milk is lonely,
Just sitting in the fridge,
I used to have some Cap’n Crunch,
But now it’s just a myth.

I went to buy some more,
But the shelves were bare and cold,
The cereal aisle was empty,
And now I’m feeling old,
The KKK took my cereal away.

The KKK took my cereal away,
They took my breakfast away,
The KKK took my cereal away,
They took my breakfast away.

They took it, they took it away,
They took my cereal away,
They took it, they took it away,
They took my breakfast away.

Story old as time

Does she not have security?

Lol, no one can be dad bro and granddad was known to smite a fool or two so…

It’s the name of a book of short stories by Denis Johnson.

Pretty much, at the time if I had to make one more poached foie gras I was going to murder a porter just to get arrested and maybe get a full night’s sleep.

In my 30s I quit my super stressful job cooking fancy food for fancy fucks and got a job at Subway. It’s a long story full of sex drugs and rock and roll that led me to that Subway but that’s another story.

One day I was half drunk slinging subs when this lady came in with her daughter with Down Syndrome in tow. The store was slow, it was that dead time between lunch and dinner. Anyway, mom was frazzled but the daughter, Sarah, was so excited to be there. Mom got one of those flatbread joints and Sarah started in on an epic Cold Cut Combo. It had everything on it, it was about as big around as a small tree lol. I answered all her questions and it was like any other order, well except that epic sandwich lol.

They sat down and ate and I gave them some free cookies and went back to doing nothing. Sarah comes to the counter to say thank you, I say your welcome and then she asks me if I am sad. What? This took me aback a little. Some background, my parents had me late in life and poor health and age took them before I was 30. I have been alone for a long time now but at that time it was still kind of fresh and I didn’t have anyone that cared enough to ask if I was sad. I gave her some lame “no I am just tired” answer and she went back to her mom. They finished up and were leaving when I went to wipe down their table and Sarah came running up to me and gave me a bear hug. I was just standing there arms up in the air rag in one hand looking at her mom for guidance. It was sort of startling but man, I am hard-pressed to name a more needed hug lol.

Her mom apologised but Sarah just told me it was okay to be sad and they left. A few days later they came back and I made them sandwiches and they would sit and eat and we would all talk. I heard about school and her mom and dad and her mom would always apologize for bothering me. I was never bothered about it, I looked forward to my new friend’s infectious optimism every week.

That little girl helped me see some hope in what was at the time a dark place. I only worked there for about 18 months and when I left I waited until I saw them so I could tell them I was quitting. I ended up keeping in touch, went to a couple of birthday parties, and was pen pals with them when I moved for a new fancy food for fancy fucks job.

Sarah died from some complications due to her disability, she had a lot going on. She never cried about it, she was never anything but smiles and compassion. When I visited her in the hospital one time she was holding court in her room with the nurses and staff all smiling and happy. Her indestructible smile changed and in some ways saved my life. I miss that kid, I wish I had known her longer. Anyway, imma go cry like a little girl for a while lol. Peace.

I am not saying there isn’t politics involved, all I am saying is he was smoking drugs and bought a gun. The frequency of prosecution does not change the fact that it’s against the law. If I am not mistaken, I am often mistaken so correct me if I am, he took pictures of himself doing drugs that have landed him in this particular circumstance. The question was “Is Hunter Biden being prosecuted because of politics?” The way I see it politics is a causal factor, not the root, the root is he wasn’t smart enough to put the camera down when he smoked his dope and created a paper trail by buying a gun that then allowed for some partisan hacks to make a name for themselves.