RDCanecutter

If you throw in a Dairy Queen it actually sounds like a fulfilling life. Too bad these voices in my head hold me back from it.

Seeing as how it's been 8 years of "we oughta do x y z to grift them," with no actual grift, I'd say nobody on here is that person.

That smell is just fear leaving the body. And maybe cadaverine and putrescine.

My theory is that in the past 20 years 49 other states have been sending their crueler inhabitants to Texas. So no matter what the locals do, there's always another dollop of assholes moving in, buying hats and lone star decor. Howdy you guyss.

Instead of imitation boot camps, they could swing by a recruiter and find out about a real one. If they've got bone spurs or some other condition, they could still volunteer for Civil Air Patrol or similar, make themselves useful.

We laugh, but that ol' boy is the one you want by your side when Santa Anna's lancers come galloping up on the flank. Y'all just load em and pass em up to the palisade, he'll do the rest. Not his fault the world changed.

Well, you can stop them, but they'll start back up the minute you turn your back.

Have a heart; they probably spent most of their lives being useful members of society instead of futzing around as psychotic narcissistic picture-drawers.

She's not leaving her favorite stool at the Holiday Inn bar because it's always karaoke night. Hold up, time to get on stage and talk-sing "Delta Dawn."

Cyrus isn't walking through that door.

by contrast, I have a vague memory of being given a 50-cent piece by my Grandmother, who was very coin-savvy, and being told it was special and to hang onto it. Maybe a Franklin or something? So of course I pedaled down to Mr. Griffin's store and busted it up for comic books and candy. He asked me if I really wanted to spend it, sure I did, so he took it but kept it in the register until my Mom was in there later, and he swapped it back to her. I was judged Non Compos Mentis by Gramama and she waited almost ten years before she gave me another vintage coin, a silver dollar. I still have it.

Hard core. Probably cost about 60 bucks too, am I right?

So far the Star Trek tricorder to my brain has caused no complications. My vomit pills sit unused. Took one tylenol to treat a mild headache one day. I know I'm lucky. Was able to go to art shows on different weekends, heave boxes around, and keep my con-man patter going with the customers. I was telling @InkaUtexas that was the best medicine of all. Fuck cancer, have a little fun.

Wife got me a good-ol' made-in-Ohiah Buck 110. It's not fancy but it's mine. Love the weight of the brass.

I don't think they're "diseased" so much as they were selected for a job they're not good at (based on my 4 hours in this lifetime of doing stuff with concrete.) For an analogy, suppose you're in a rough bar and there's about to be a knife fight. But instead of getting a ride-or-die knife-fighting friend to help you, you run out to the car, snatch your 3-year-old out of the kiddy-seat, slap an Opinel into his tiny hand, and then dwarf-heave him into the mayhem. He'd get butchered, and it's not his fault. You gave him an Opinel, which is a fine knife for woodworking, but without even a trace of a hand guard, it was always going to end badly.

I was just being a smart-ass, but if it works that'd be cool too.

Anybody remember what their first piece of gold or silver was? I am talking coins, rounds, or ingots, not class rings or such. I have a hazy memory of buying a Mercury Dime from a dealer for 40 cents in the late 70s. Woulda meant spot was 5-6 dollars? I soon got a retail job where I occasionally got them in the till and "bought" them for a newer dime. I didn't even think about them being silver-- I just liked them because they were different. No telling how many silver Roosevelt Dimes and silver Quarters slipped through my fingers because I didn't check. For silver bullion I think it was 2011, local shop had Libertads at 36, I got them to knock a dollar or two off by buying several. I was blessed with poverty so I wasn't able to buy more at that price. About a year later, first gold coin was a Dos Pesos, paid maybe 80 bucks after gold was getting lower, same dude I had bought the Libertads from, the minute I said I wanted gold his whole attitude to me changed, I had been an obnoxious silver haggle-monkey but now I was a Gentleman. And you?

Simple solution might be to just fill in the old pool with a thick layer of good material, sure, it'd be shallower, and I guess you'd have to provide helmets for anybody going off the diving board.

Zero results for "shoot the cag." Whitey remains in the dark.

Damn, sorry to hear that. Could you travel to Canada and pick it up cheaper there? I'm supposed to restart an immunotherapy course that insurance is being wobbly about. Might ask my doc if I can get it cheaper out of pocket at a clinic in the Bahamas, or maybe the Yucatan. Who knows what would actually be going in my arm, but I'd be on vacation.

Love the old Mexican stuff. In olden days they allowed people with copper mines to stamp out their own centavos. Probably bought a dollar's worth of stuff back then. Bang bang bang, knockin out the money.

A friend who buys and sells silver and gold all day has one coin hobby-- pennies. He doesn't care if they're rare or not, he just likes them.

Reminds me of that Godzilla movie when Matthew Broderick hears the generals talking tactics vs. the monster, and he says something like "You're approaching this as if it were an enemy, but it's just an animal." So leave 1,000 pounds of fish ketchup-coated steak in the subway, Trump will come out to feast.

Your lack of faith disturbs me.

well awright awright awright