Sticking it to disaster victims

Imaginary boomer imaginary hexbear

Man I remember this so well cuz I was teaching high school seniors and their govt teacher had them do a "compare & contrast" worksheet of these candidates and every single student had "does not dab" in the Kamala Harris column

Damn that's fucking rough

If you disregard the rust, sharp corners, inability to use the bed, quality control x100 and disgusting CEO, the truck is really good at going zoomy tho

Just a funny imposition of the Mediterranean Sea over the US

Is that the one the other Biden (Beau) was the legal defense for?

Waiting in line at Target, mid day on a weekend. There are seven security guards standing by the door, doing nothing. There are 2 checkstands open, and ten+ people in line 🙄

Use a wrist rest on your computer, take glucosamine chondroitin supplements, recognize your triggers, possibly get some wrist wraps for the bad days. We're all Temporarily Able Bodied. Learn to substitute actions that cause pain. Any "pinching" motion gives me wrist pain on bad days, so for things like "tearing open a packet" I use scissors. But the glucosamine really works

I wash it down with a big glass of the lemonade that kills you

The older I get, the more vindicated I feel by choosing to completely ignore philosophy as a concept

A whole bunch of his supporters have died since 2016. They were already old and unhealthy and then COVID ran rampant. Maybe that is enough to weaken his hold. Wouldn't that be funny

Lady ordered "well done WELL DONE" pizzas from dominos. I did the usual +1-2 minutes more in the oven and noticed plenty of burnt cheese and toppings when I boxed it. Lady picked up the food and left. Fifteen minutes later, her redneck husband throws the boxes on the counter, asks for me, and demands I "cook this raw food" and threatens to pulls me over the counter.

So I remake the pizzas and give them an extra +4 minutes (oven only takes 5) to where there was essentially a layer of char across the entire top of the pizza. I drive over and deliver the pizzas. Their son, who I went to school with, is walking around shirtless with a big iron cross tattoo on his chest. They approve the burnt pies and I go on my way, swearing to myself one day I'll get out of this shithole town