Dumbass Shit We See On Facebook

[Vic Mackey 48058]

[Okie State 3904]

2 hours ago, Vic Mackey said:

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Csb. I was driving my wife's car the other day and went over a railroad crossing right as some guy was walking the other way. I blinded the shit out of him and I could tell by his face he wanted to murder me. Sorry man.

[Gene Parmesan 4103]

The newer auto on/off bright sucks shit as well.  It won't blind oncoming traffic but they'll stay on bright with someone going the same direction in front of you until you are right on their ass.  At least for Honda that's the case.

[Tex Long 4695]

2 hours ago, abuelo gringo said:

I range all the way from cassette tape recording to burning CDs, but made my biggest killing on Usenet news groups.

nntp ftmfw

 

EDIT: still have a reel-to-reel tape machine... although I have to admit I haven't fired it up since my preamp died.

Edited 14 hours ago by Tex Long

[tbone_ 14509]

Roses are gay
Violets are gayer
Fuck the poem
Play some Slayer

[futureman 22735]

1 hour ago, tbone_ said:

Roses are gay
Violets are gayer
Fuck the poem
Play some Slayer

not your best effort. 

[deft 7086]

There will be starch residue on it, but I'm team quick rinse and put away.  They take up way too much real estate in the dishwasher.  My wife puts colanders/measuring cups/bowls/spoons that she used to measure water or simple dry ingredients in the sink to fester with all the other dirty dishes.  If she cooks anything beyond a grilled cheese it's two loads worth of dishes in the dishwasher.

I try this too but even hitting it sponge and soap if pasta sat for even a minute doesn’t feel sufficient in removing that sticky starch feeling. Sucks man.

I too feel the need to assert my gender identity in the cracker barrel gift shop.

Roses are gay
Violets are gayer
Fuck the poem
Play some Slayer

not your best effort. 

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Graze the skin with my fingertips
The brush of dead, warm flesh pacifies the means
Incised members ornaments on my being
Adulating the skin before me

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control, rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants
Something something
No more Mariah Carey