Love my 2nd gen Toyota. Runs well. Needs just basic maintenance. It can hold it’s own in any “Made in Murica” pissing contest. And the only annoying thing is the TPMS sensor light, if you could even call that annoying. It’s manual, 4wd, doesn’t record me, no backtalk. As loyal as a truck can be.

Toilet paper over the top

Careful with pressies

What’s the deal with Cleveland? Y’all also have the steamers

As I understand it, shit, piss, and fuck were common words in Old English. When the French-speaking Normans invaded the Anglo-Saxons, they made the people and their language lower class, crude and dirty. Defecate, urinate, and fornicate were substituted as the proper way to speak. This was a way to continue oppressing a conquered and occupied group of people. These views have persisted for hundreds of years and been adopted by various groups over time. Something to consider when you find yourself viewing the words others use as crude.

Based on this history, you might also see why saying “pardon my French” is ironic as fuck.

Pat dry with toilet paper

I read something at some point about how our fists seemed to have evolved or at least adapted to be well suited to delivering a punch. Many people do not use proper hand forms for it, but I suppose it’s a learned skill if not at least through trial and error.

I use it too. Tried a few different ones and like boost the best. I finally just paid for the non-ad tier. One time cost of 3.99. I would have been turned off by a subscription.

They’re relating what it feels like to be a college aged person during that time period. There are many parallels.

You’re describing a fixed menu meal. That’s completely different from preparing meals to order.

Totally. That’s what I’m imagining, a 17 year old calling the minimum age to be president too high. Can’t even vote.

35 is “old”?

I asked my parents for wool socks for Christmas twenty years ago and they gave me a few pairs each of three or four different brands. The ones that have lasted the longest and include a lifetime warranty is Redhead from Bass Pro. I’ve only exchanged them once or twice. They’re tall and thick with high pile wool. I’ve worn a pair almost every day for probably nine months out of the year, sometimes year-round, ever since I got them.

Wow, you took that response really personally. You’re way too invested in letting others know that you’re a condescending coffee snob. No one cares what you think of other people’s preferences.

As far as I can guess, stones of shungite estimated to be about two billion years old.

That’s when I just let them have the hole they dug. I’d normally at least tip 20% (usa of course.)

I get that the service staff has little to no control over this charge, but I got it earlier tonight on a party of two. No extra service, no check-ins, no waters, nothing other than “here ya go.” They even had a QR code to order and pay with phone number, email, and address requirement even though I’m out of town on a one off drop in.

Isn’t Japanese read from right to left?

She didn’t get depressed because you didn’t talk to her, and she wasn’t interested in you because you were VP of the science fiction club in high school. It all just sounds so self important even if that’s not your intent.

I just told my wife Mint was shutting down and she gasped, frozen in shock. I was thinking she was taking it really hard. Took me a minute before I realized she thought I was talking about our favorite Indian restaurant.

Trickle down economics trickling down something