Girl, some days...
SARGE
joined 1 year ago
As an American, what the fuck are you talking about?
Good to see the police openly lying
..... Have they ever done anything else?
You are the stones that Merry and Pippin thew into the Sirannon that were minding their business, not a soul in sight, and then splash you're at the bottom of a river that got dammed up. Never to be seen again, nobody caring about you at all.
One day everything you knew and we're got completely upended by something that didn't give you a second thought, and now you're just supposed to deal with it.
Damn I've got so many women to cut ties with, since apparently we can't be just friends and my wife would probably not be okay with me lusting after all of them.
Oh wait, I forgot this isn't a twisted manosphere world, it's real life!
Valve stem tool. Any bike shop worth going to will have one, and almaot any auto shop should have some.
Loosen the stem, and you don't even have to sit there letting the air out. Just walk away and let it deflate.
This looks more like someone did it on purpose.
They're all shifted down by one
It's the difference between actively telling people "you do not have this right!" and quietly twiddling your thumbs and shrugging as people look for the information.
$250 non refundable application deposit?
LMAO I'd sooner torch the rental property than pay just to APPLY to hopefully live there.
My wife and I were looking at realtors and one told us we would need to provide our credit card info to look at properties, and I just laughed and said "go fuck yourself" and hung up.
The only valid response, IMO.
The fact that people actually pay this shit is infuriating.
‘Do something you love and you’ll never work a day in your life’.
It's a nice sentiment, but sadly the moment you depend on it for survival, it becomes work.
In another comment just now, I mentioned my hobbies include making knives/swords, leather work, and some light carpentry.
I love all these things. I make a pretty neat and simple metal rose that I can do different things with for coloring, and those sell like hotcakes around valentines day. But every year, I only make a handful for a few people here and there, and almost always as gifts. I never make a bunch of them beforehand with intent to sell "to someone", that's work. That's unenjoyable for me.
I could make bank in my area if I invested my savings into metalworkingnstuff stuff and focused on custom knives for hunting and camping, but the thought of that makes me want to kick my anvil and forge into the lake.
I suppose the response to that should be "well I just haven't found the thing I truly love" yet, but I just don't believe there is anything of value that I could provide to anyone that I would enjoy so much that it never feels like work and pays all my bills.
I long for the utopian future of post-scarcity...
Ooh nice, cheaper eco-friendly alternative!