Yup. This is the election they’ve been training to lose for decades.
I’m still gonna go vote though. And try to get others to vote too.
Yup. This is the election they’ve been training to lose for decades.
I’m still gonna go vote though. And try to get others to vote too.
Are you suggesting had the driver seen the red light, he would have stopped? Like, in the world we live in, you truly think all the laws that get broken on a regular basis, people just wouldn’t run a red? This is so naive it’s adorable.
Me? Average. Maybe a little better than average. I’ve never been the driver in an accident. I’ve been pulled over twice. Once for a headlight out and once for doing 52 in a 45 (I suspect the bigger crime was it not being a local on a road where the people that lived there routinely drive 60+), and my insurance usually goes down about every year or two.
But I’ve made a few mistakes, mistimed some lights, and forgotten to use my turn signal. But id say on the whole, I’m not too bad.
Maybe had he not been staring at the light and stopped, he’d have seen all the warnings. Having rushed a light or two myself, I’m pretty sure the focus in on that.
I wonder how it would have gone if he stopped for the red.
Can you please make us change to the metric system and dump dst first really quick though?
I like that it’s small and that most people are kind.
I dislike that when there’s a wave of reddit refugees it gets kind of gross for a bit till they either calm down or leave.
Also, beans and moths. But I’m not going to say if I like or dislike them, or one over the other.
If they don’t get the references, they’re just casuals.
Connections 1 and 2. Maybe not 3.
This is because he didn’t call No Tag-backs. Fucking amateur move.
Depends on the boss. I had a guy I worked for and we’d hang out off work. We’d go to lunch, some days go on hikes during lunch, and went camping a couple of times. He was really laid back, didn’t care about my hours as long as I got my work done, and we built him a ramp in his backyard. More than once, he’d give me a bonus, send me to the pizza place for lunch, then tell me there was credit for me at the local tattoo shop. We still talk about every week or two. Good dude all around.
My current boss is cool, fine to work for, doesn’t care about my hours as long as I get my work done, and we joke and play around. But I’d never hang out with him. Just too different a life style.
Past boss, no way. I didn’t want him having my personal mobile phone number. You need to call me? You call me on the work cell. I come in, I do work. You tell me what you need done, you give me money. Not a bad guy, but that was just work.
Nono. Burner kids are ones you get when like you have a family thing and need to look like you have a family and your shit together. You get some burner kids and they pretend you’re their parent for a night or whatever. Then when you’re done with them, you just give them a few bucks, maybe a snickers and drop them off behind a 7-11.
Maybe. Is he still brown though? Because, well, uh… Yeah.
You know how they told you to come to a complete stop at stop sings? Same thing.
I bet they both lose a Michelin Star for this.
Ha. He earned his 2.5 hour round trip then. And honestly, had he pulled out another, $200 I’d have told him fuck off.
I was selling a saw. Pretty good one, compound mitre, slider, 12" blade, and a really nice stand. I don’t remember what I wad asking, but it was fair. Let’s say $500 for the sake of the story. Dude gets in touch, asks a couple of questions, and says yeah, he’ll take it for that price. Day comes, he shows up and checks it out. I have it set up and we cut a couple of boards to show him it’s all square and good.
He says cool, here’s $300.
I say, yeah, uh, we said 5. I’m selling it for 5. Not 3.
He looks at me deadpan and says this is all I brought.
I say well, I’m selling it for 5.
He looks at me and says I drove all the way from *city about an hour away on a good day with no traffic.
I look back at him and say Huh. I bet you wish you hadn’t done that.
He just kind of stands there looking at his shoes while I pack the saw back up and he sort of sulks off.
The right can’t create. Nothing. No art, no music, no writing. It’s all garbage. I think it’s an empathy thing.
Thanks. To be fair, NutterButter know how to work it when the camera is on him.
Well, the only legal thing we can do is vote. The other options shouldn’t be discussed online.