As someone who watches zero local news at home, I didn’t realize exactly how slow the TV news cycle moves. We’re at grandparents now and came in last night to the local news on repeat at 5pm, 6pm, and 10pm. No we’re onto hour two of the local news this morning and it’s the same exact news stories. Over. And over.
This is a valid point - if we're talking about a big family gathering this basically gives her an hour timeout from responsibility. She may have actually thought this life-hack through and is daring the group to oppose.
Nah we hadn't heard anything until they showed up Christmas evening. We still feel completely fine, and we were barely around them, but its shitty we now have to monitor this on our honeymoon because they are selfish anti vaxx dipshits.
I forgot about this post - what did he say about it? Isn't it basically like having someone attack you with barbed wire from a pain standpoint.
I will readily admit this was an absolutely ridiculous hammered conversation - but myself and MLS were debating what would have been the most passive aggressive acronym to assume. Came up with some decent options. Fuck Justin Bieber Fuck Jimmy Buffet Fuck Jeff Bezos if you really want to get a stew going Fuck Jessica Biel is a wildcard that I didn't expect I have no idea what Johann Bach did to anyone, but that name came up. My runaway favorite was Joseph A Banks.
like, did you get brushed or STUNG. My brother got stung at the age of 8 and he still has issues with it. He was hit by that thing so hard, we thought he was unconscious.
Maybe you’re just tougher and stronger and better and cooler than everyone else. Maybe you’re like super human or something bro
Like had the tentacles scrape across my lower leg and foot. I saw the top of it when I was in chest high water and by the time I realized what it was i felt the sting and looked down the see the contact happening.
I was stung by a man-o-war when I was 19. I actually grabbed it because it looked like one of those clear purple-tinted see through purses (yes, idiotic), so my sting was next level. I was shoulder deep in the ocean and i'm lucky I didn't drown. Woke up at 9am, stung at noon, passed out at 1pm, woke up at 8pm. It feels like thousands of needles stabbing over and over, but it throbs inside your skin...like a raging boner, but in a bad way. It's like when the stingers get in you it has it's own heartbeat and with every pump it is stabbing you...like a raging boner.
They had an intern search a couple of years back and got so many applications it crashed the site if I remember correctly.
Tortoise just located - was at most about 80 feet from his entry into the house. So alcohol was consumed.
Just the one. Our friends idiot girlfriend (now wife) scolded him once for not having it in water. But this is the wrong thread for that.
I have an uncle that is weirdly frugal too. He would acquire the industrial size rolls of toilet paper to use at home.The cheapest of the cheap TP. He at least has the decency to break out the good stuff when they have company. I remember he would load up a cooler with my grandparents Meals on Wheels meals to take home to eat for lunch at work. He has jeans and other clothing that are older than I am and I’m not talking sentimental tee shirts or the like. He makes a good living. He has worked forever at a company that manufactures military hardware. My aunt worked full time at various retailers. No reason to be that frugal. EDIT: also, one of the reasons my aunt worked at least part time even through medical hardships is bc he refused to pay for feminine hygiene products. No bs. They were able to help out all their children with vehicles, weddings, and sizable down payments on their first houses. They also funded all of my cousins interests growing up too IE BMX/Motorcross racing, art, whatever. They didn’t skimp on their kids but man…the little things in life go a long way. We can’t go on vacation with that part of my family bc they only want to go to fast food restaurants for the dollar meal so meal planning is always a disaster. Only went with them once. Learned my lesson.
I don't know how to categorize this. It sounds like my dad's being a miser, but it's worse. Since the state quarters came out 20 years ago, he's been collecting the plain ones with the eagles on the back. Had a big can with about $100 saved up. Gave each of the kids a ziploc bag with about $20 bucks in them. Oldest kept hers, because she's a miser like me. The youngest promptly took his to his mom and got it exchanged for Robux. Dad hears about this and goes a little aggro. I SAVED THOSE QUARTERS FOR TWENTY YEARS, FOR MY GRANDCHILDREN... THAT BOY'S NOT GETTING ANOTHER DIME FROM ME! And I'm like ok, fine. No one asked for any money from you anyway. But by the way, they're not worth anything more than what it says on the back. These aren't 1962 quarters made of silver or anything. THEY'RE FROM 1995. And he swears that "they'll be worth something some day!" So he's mad about his collection getting spent. I'm pissed about him singling out The Boy. And those quarters are still worth exactly 25¢ apiece.