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Uhhh 6? Ish?
Uhhh 6? Ish?
That’s a trick question. How many pound-feet of torque did you apply to the carpet?
Oktoberfest it is, then.
I’ve started using that recently and it is very handy.
It’s probably a tie between wikipedia and flashlight.
I think The Velveteen Rabbit is pretty fucked.
Graduated in 07. Gave all of my savings to my parents in 08 so they wouldn’t lose their house. Bumbled around for a decade and a half trying to get a degree and start my career only to get shit canned from an okay paying job mid-pandemic. Tripped over my own dick in to a great paying union job. Currently working too much overtime and saving every dime I can because I’ve seen enough shit.
Is 2 hours later another time? I could use some crackhead lore building.
I’ve done that. Even though to myself “who put this apple here?” as I sat down in the passenger seat.
I was sitting in my pickup outside my apartment listening to the radio and some guy just…got in. I asked “can I help you?” and the look on his face when he realized his mistake was priceless. In his defense Lyft had just started in my area and there was only one other vehicle that looked like mine in that part of the city.
Then why is my freezer so full of giant ground sloth?
I’m only a professional scientist in the loosest sense of the term but for years we’ve tried to figure out why Joe can’t leave the break room to fart and who the fuck does he think he is?
Yea, sometimes. There’s usually enough other stuff going on it’s not a problem.
I have a recording of the big machines where I work. Rhythmic clunking and whirring motors puts me right to sleep.
Yea I need a drink