I played "The folly of mankind" on that one once. I didn't win the hand...

Ha! I have one of these sitting next to me on my desk. It's multi-function, as it works great for reaching up and opening and closing my curtains too.

geez... this is something my brain just does. They're like earworms where my brain gets stuck in a loop or something. Drives me bonkers sometimes. And it's not just swapping initial sounds. It could be swapping internal vowel sounds or ending syllables. It's how Bradley Cooper has forever became Boodley Crapper in my fucked-up noggin...

I accomplish this by keeping a weed pen in the pocket of my robe hanging within reach of the toilet...

I know at least one in our town that's turned into a cannabis dispensary. Seems to me a smart business man would figure out how to combine the two...

I would think using that service to plan a route ahead of time would be optimal...

pronounced "shzitter"

and slip in his own piss puddle on the way out...

Back in the late 70's, my dad ran the local branch of the Humane Society, which, at the time, was responsible for all animal control duties within the city limits of our town. During that time, our area had a big influx of Vietnamese immigrants settling in. The amount of calls that came in accusing our new immigrant neighbors of stealing and eating dogs was unreal. Dad was a special deputy tasked with investigating animal cruelty cases, so he would look into these at first, but there was never any solid evidence that it ever actually happened, and they eventually just started ignoring the calls. I have to imagine that a lot of them were probably just racially motivated attempts at harassment...

I eat my peas with honey

I've done it all my life

It makes my peas taste funny

but it keeps them on my knife.

I went through the US Navy's damage control and fire-fighting training back in '81 and we trained with their oxygen breathing apparatus (OBA). I remember we'd have to pull a pin like in a grenade to light them off, and when we were done we'd have to release the canister into a barrel of water because they were like super-hazardous...

take a drive by the Tesla service center in Pensacola... you can see a bunch of them parked there.

LMAO at "Tiny D" for DeSantis 🤣

so does anyone know the story of Mary's mother? I kinda wonder what her dad had to say...

cleaning the inside of those windshields was a real challenge, and you didn't dare set anything on the dashboard because if it slid up near the windshield you wouldn't be able to reach it...

"Nobody is completely useless... they can always serve as a bad example."

-tipicaldiks father

She's Generation Jones. So am I (b. 1963)

Damn, they even have her picture on the page 😆

Generation Jones is noted for coming of age after a huge swath of their older siblings in the earlier portion of the Baby Boomer population; thus, many note that there was a paucity of resources and privileges available to them that were seemingly abundant to older Boomers. Therefore, there is a certain level of bitterness and "jonesing" for the level of doting and affluence granted to older Boomers but denied to them

we have a locally famous graffiti bridge that regularly gets repainted and these folks started making jewelry from the big thick paint chips...

haha my dad always referred to silverware as "fightin' gear"

I'm one of the parents in this arrangement and we wouldn't have it any other way. We raised three kids, a son and two daughters. None of us are rich by any means, but we're all currently self-sufficient. The one's that live here don't do it out of need, but because they'd be crazy not to. We own a decent-sized ranch style house, plenty of room for two couples, on 2.6 acres with a largish pool, and it's conveniently located to everything one wants to be convenient to. At this stage in our lives, if it were just my wife and I here we'd go crazy. This place has been the central family gathering spot for our local extended family for decades now. Pretty much every month at least one big gathering is happening here. Anywho... We've paid it off and deeded it to a trust, with the three kids being successor trustees. Once we're gone, the property transfers automatically. They can live here forever, or they can sell it and split the proceeds three ways, but I seriously doubt they'll ever do that. Our oldest lives nearby quite affordably with his girlfriend (both child-free by choice), and our middle daughter and her husband own their own place with our two grand-daughters just outside of town. Our youngest daughter and her husband (no kids yet) live here with us. This son-in-law races street-stocks on dirt and was able to build a big 30' x 60' shop in the back, so this place is like heaven to him. He's 28 going on 12 and has a pretty good job, so he gets to buy whatever toys he wants, and with the investment of his shop into the property, he's actually got some skin in the game. They are both hugely helpful, and it's a great arrangement for all of us. We're currently kicking around some ideas for my son and his girlfriend to move back onto the property, but into their own space...