About 1984, I got arrested in Cobb County Georgia for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had a little weed on me, which I had shoved into my skivvies before I was handcuffed. While in the holding cell at the jailhouse with a few other new arrivals, I decided I needed to get rid of it before I got processed in and sent upstairs, so I broke it out and surprised my temporary cellmates with a little treat in a home-made pipe fashioned from the foil out of a cigarette pack. It was cool. If nothing else, the 4 or 5 of us were a little less stressed about our current situation. One of the guys in the cell with me was especially memorable, because he had been arrested for drunk driving while he was at a lake partying with his friends, all because his keys were in the ignition so they could listen to his radio. He wasn’t even in the car when the cops showed up.

Fast forward about 2 or 3 years and I’m back home in the Florida panhandle. At that time, I drove a cab for a living and one evening I was out with a fellow cabby hitting up some titty bars and stuff. We’re driving in his car, and I told him the story I just told y’all, down to the details about the poor guy and his DUI. About the time I finish the story, we’re stopping at a gas station for cigarettes or something, and we get out of the car to go inside and out front of the store are two scroungy looking dudes selling clumps of mistletoe (it was near Christmas time). I’ll be damned if one of those guys wasn’t the exact same guy in my story. I recognized him immediately and about crapped myself and was like “Holy shit this is the guy!!” He totally remembered me, and we had a fun little mini-reunion of sorts during which he totally confirmed my story about smoking weed in a jail cell to my friend…

true, but how else are all those other women gonna learn her wise ways if she doesn’t? american women anyways…

you know, people remember things.

except actual americans… we can’t seem to remember shit past that last 20 second tiktok thing

62yo male here thinks she’s a damn genius… maybe she should like, make some of those tiktoks or something…

it’d be nice to hear the NYT got to stick her with their legal bills…

feral? more like fecal philosopher…

This guy is smug as fuck… is he really equating heavy traffic in NYC to all of America?

or a pulled-pork sandwich…

you just caused me to remember my sister making peanut butter and mayo sandwiches when we were kids. I had forgotten all about that. I did PB and pickles, but stopped short of the mayo…

My son had this incredibly bright flashlight, and one evening he shined it out into the yard and claimed that all the little sparkles we were seeing in the grass were spiders looking back at us. I disagreed and told him they were reflections from dew drops. To prove his point, we agreed on a particularly bright sparkle, and approached it keeping the light on it. Sure enough, there was a spider sitting there looking back up at us. We then proceeded to find about a dozen more. I was totally surprised that every one we honed in on turned out to be another spider.

I spent a short time in the US Navy, just long enough to get a couple of tattoos that I put literally zero thought into. One, a stupid cartoon character done at a whole-in-the-wall shop while I was drunk faded away pretty badly, but the other one, a sexy sailor girl (done by Philadelphia Eddie himself!) stayed pretty nice for quite some time. I was sober that time. That was about 44 years ago. I don’t necessarily regret them, but I wish I’d put more thought in to them, especially dumb old Yosemite Sam…

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that was fun>

Hate him, but I also love him. Little beastie gave me tinnitus.

RANT WARNING

I also have a love/hate relationship living with two Blues… They’re my daughter and son-in-laws dogs, but they’ve attached themselves to my wife (who’s also a big pushover) and she can’t make a move without them being under her feet. Literally. She calls them “shadow dogs” because they are usually right in her shadow. She can’t take a step backwards without tripping on one of them. But their barking… holy crap! They sound like dogs twice their size! I seriously can’t remember the last time I took a nap, or watched a TV show, or carried on a conversation or enjoyed a quiet meal that wasn’t interrupted by those two buttholes. Imagine sitting and quietly eating dinner, and all of a sudden there’s an explosion of barking dogs going ape-shit bursting right out from under your dining table and clawing the crap out of your feet as they go scrambling after what ever set them off, which, more often than not, turns out to be nothing. The worst part tho, is when they try to protect my wife from our grand-babies. The constant barking and trying to force themselves in between my wife and her perceived “attackers” has really gotten old. Sometimes we have to lock them in their room, but then we have to listen to them barking non-stop through the door. But hey… they’re family, amiright? sometimes it just be that way.

Ok, Rant over. Thanks for letting me vent. Aside from all that, they’re actually pretty awesome dogs. Smart and quirky, to say the least. One of them tho isn’t smart enough to figure out that our German Shepherd don’t play that ankle-grabbing crap like her blue brother does. She gets tore into pretty good every time she tries it…

more prisoners == more slave labor

someone’s gotta pick the crops…

the over and under-inflation wear isn’t as much of an issue these days as it used to be. In the old days of bias-ply tires, that was definitely the case. You could have a low tire and hardly be able to tell, because the stiff sidewalls would hardly sag. Their flex point was down the middle of the tread. Radial tire construction puts the flex point in the sidewalls, which doesn’t distort the tread as much, plus gives a much smoother ride…

it has to do with the angle between the point the tire pivots (steers) on and the point the wheel spins on. The steering point needs to be forward of the spinning point to help the car go straight down the road. Think of a shopping carts front wheels (they’re called casters), and how they’ll pivot around with the direction you’re pushing the cart. That angle can be adjusted so the car tracks properly…

…that looks like a tater.

oh for real… I’ve always wanted to ask them what they thought the underside looked like. I picture their simple minds imagining something like loose dirt clods falling off and maybe some roots and shit sticking out like I would have when I was a kid…

dill pickle slices and peanut butter are pretty darn good together. I’ve eaten it off and on my whole life. My mom liked it, so it got passed down to me. She would make it as a sandwich, where I prefer it on saltine crackers. It’s surprising how the two flavors complement each other…

mmm the best pizza in my town is from a Greek restaurant, and my favorite is with gyro and feta. lawd have mercy…