My car was totaled by a mid-summer hailstorm a couple of years ago. My windshield survived but every body panel was dented to the point that it looked like a golf ball. A couple of miles from my house the hail was baseball size with 2 inch spikes all over it.
Counter point: I would much rather be blinded for a half second before the automatic headlights dip than be continued to be blinded by the asshole they doesn’t manually dip their headlights at all.
Well, this may explain why my work computer has been on back order for the 4 months that I have had my job. Still have no idea when I’m actually going to get it.
I came across this bad boy the other day while looking at kei trucks. It’s an automatic but the right hand drive would add another level in your scenario.
I could not tell you the last time I ate a ruffle chip or French onion dip, but I can, with 100% certainty, tell you that, whenever in the distant past it was, I did this the entire time.
The other day a coworker found a tree frog in the office. Everything came to a screeching halt while we all went to see it and made sure it got back outside safely. I am really glad I work in a company full of this type of people.
I have never had a problem with waste from scooping but I have the perfect size and shape spoons and I am also usually making guacamole so anything that might get left behind on the first scoop just gets scraped out anyway.
I have a couple of shirts that my parents got me in the 90s that have long sleeves sewn into a normal tee shirt. They thought I would like them because I did wear thermals and long sleeve tees under my short sleeve tees. I was gracious and would wear them occasionally when I was not going to see anyone I knew, but internally I did not like them because they defeated the purpose of the 2 layer system and made me look like a poser.
I was back home visiting my family last year and I noticed my mom struggling with an avocado. She had the skin about half peeled off and was trying to hold onto the slippery inside while peeling the rest of the skin off in little chunks. I asked her what she was doing and she answered “peeling the avocado” like it was some ridiculous question. About this time my wife noticed what was going on and started cracking up laughing. She finished peeling and awkwardly slicing it while we discussed the fact that we had never seen anyone do it that way and on the next one we showed her the “cut it in half, remove the pit, and scoop it out” method. She was blown away. Apparently she has just always peeled them and never questioned if there was an easier way.
My car was totaled by a mid-summer hailstorm a couple of years ago. My windshield survived but every body panel was dented to the point that it looked like a golf ball. A couple of miles from my house the hail was baseball size with 2 inch spikes all over it.
Counter point: I would much rather be blinded for a half second before the automatic headlights dip than be continued to be blinded by the asshole they doesn’t manually dip their headlights at all.
Well, this may explain why my work computer has been on back order for the 4 months that I have had my job. Still have no idea when I’m actually going to get it.
Except that the comment you replied to was the first one.
My commuter is built on an old Varsity frame that is still super solid.
Everybody is going to be really confused by the fact that Tony Hawk can’t skateboard for shit anymore.
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Barnacles have the largest penis size to body ratio of any animal.
Except that the microphone brand is spelled Shure.
I came across this bad boy the other day while looking at kei trucks. It’s an automatic but the right hand drive would add another level in your scenario.
I could not tell you the last time I ate a ruffle chip or French onion dip, but I can, with 100% certainty, tell you that, whenever in the distant past it was, I did this the entire time.
Hailstorm doing Daft Punk’s Get Lucky is one of my favorite songs of all time.
See also, the front end of a US spec Countach vs the European spec.
The other day a coworker found a tree frog in the office. Everything came to a screeching halt while we all went to see it and made sure it got back outside safely. I am really glad I work in a company full of this type of people.
I have never had a problem with waste from scooping but I have the perfect size and shape spoons and I am also usually making guacamole so anything that might get left behind on the first scoop just gets scraped out anyway.
If I want slices I slice them before scooping and can then scoop out nice clean slices.
I have a couple of shirts that my parents got me in the 90s that have long sleeves sewn into a normal tee shirt. They thought I would like them because I did wear thermals and long sleeve tees under my short sleeve tees. I was gracious and would wear them occasionally when I was not going to see anyone I knew, but internally I did not like them because they defeated the purpose of the 2 layer system and made me look like a poser.
I was back home visiting my family last year and I noticed my mom struggling with an avocado. She had the skin about half peeled off and was trying to hold onto the slippery inside while peeling the rest of the skin off in little chunks. I asked her what she was doing and she answered “peeling the avocado” like it was some ridiculous question. About this time my wife noticed what was going on and started cracking up laughing. She finished peeling and awkwardly slicing it while we discussed the fact that we had never seen anyone do it that way and on the next one we showed her the “cut it in half, remove the pit, and scoop it out” method. She was blown away. Apparently she has just always peeled them and never questioned if there was an easier way.
I think you are confusing comedians with clowns.
And quicksand.