353695 pts ยท September 6, 2013
I'm a bored Sasquatch. Feel free to say hello.
Go on bluesky. That seems to be where many of them went
This is true. Had an old work truck. It went from ignition to screwdriver to not needing either.
Where have you been? My Mazdas have been fantastic.
For me personally, it's a last hurrah. I already deleted my posts. I'm just enjoying the last party and saying goodbye to the old imgur. And then I shall log out and move on. It's like the last scene in a long running sitcom where the main character nods and turns out the lights to the set. Goodbye, old imgur. It's been fun.
Lighten up, Francis.
A hole's a hole. And a roll's a roll. If I don't see no rolls, I don't eat no holes. *I made that up.
If you really want to make an impact, have your say today, say it loudly. And then, the important bit: at the end of today, log out and leave. Maybe check back in a year. Otherwise, it's a lot of bluster and nothing to back it up.
For once, I think I'll leave the Hilux at home.
If you're trading, it isn't free. Also, few gardens grow without setting up the soil for the things you want to grow, which is also pretty far away from free. Buzzkill, I know. Sorry.
A menu to a restaurant that no longer exists.
Low key demonstrated his travel experience if he can do multi leg lengths in his head. And also, a level of empathy that can't be faked.
Am I the only one that secretly wonders if a suspiciously huge controversy over a completely banal change is really a viral ad campaign for such a boring restaurant? Not that it worked. I stopped eating there decades ago, and this hubub has made me go "oh, yeah, they still exist. I'm still not eating there "
His previous bandmates superglued his ass to the bench. As is the traditional way of being kicked out of a makeup band.
In all seriousness, that woman is tiny. The Jeep has an obnoxious lift... But it's still just a Jeep.
"got it. This meme will be fire. You're, uh, gonna take an Uber back, right? Your sandy crack isn't about to ride in my car. So, um.... See you at dinner!"
Landing on a tandem, and NOT snapping a neck or legs. I have no idea how that could happen, considering my legs are usually against the other person's back when kayaking tandem.
So if you want to know what my true metric of wealth is, it's having the stability and foresight to not lose your shit.
I honestly never really paid attention until all three Mercedes disappeared from Mom and Dad's driveway, and were replaced with a Ford and an Isuzu. And that summer was the last I saw of the boat. Then the maid stopped cleaning. We stopped eating at the club. I started attending public school. Everything else slowly but surely grew less extravagant with each passing year. As an adult now, I still don't know the details, I just know vaguely enough to not ignore the IRS when they come calling.
I have a few defunct companies on my resume. Background check merely comes back as "unable to verify; company no longer exists." HR really only cared that I could prove my college education plus the most recent prior employer. Everything else doesn't matter unless it proves a blatant lie.
Whatever this weird new selfie superimposed over the subject format is, I loathe it.
The older brother in me needs to see how far it will go when launched from the Evel Kinevel ramp.
It makes me wonder. It's a rule of the universe that close neighbors always get annoyed with each other. I wonder what annoys bird neighbors.
"I don't know what regulation that falls under. I just know I don't like it." -Game Warden.
XTrail looks like it lost a fight against the XMen.
I imagine it would work like a lawnmower blade that the owner doesn't have sharpened annually. It'll cut, but the lawn will look like it got beheaded with a sledgehammer.
Real life cycle of the DIY homeowner: A) discover something is wrong - rage. B) Investigate and troubleshoot - the constant stream of profanity is just offgassing the stress of not knowing. C) diagnose the cause and Google the fix - your ass is mine now, you damn appliance. D) commence the fix - the joy of zen. The constant stream of profanity are happy noises. E) turn on appliance. Bask in victory for thirty seconds before it explodes. Proceed to step A.
That pilot apparently gets paid by the job, and fuel is expensive.
The water nation had broken into the wrong damn rec room, didn't they, the bastards.
You either have to have balls of steel or marbles in your head to cuck Pegleg Pete.
Go on bluesky. That seems to be where many of them went
This is true. Had an old work truck. It went from ignition to screwdriver to not needing either.
Where have you been? My Mazdas have been fantastic.
For me personally, it's a last hurrah. I already deleted my posts. I'm just enjoying the last party and saying goodbye to the old imgur. And then I shall log out and move on. It's like the last scene in a long running sitcom where the main character nods and turns out the lights to the set. Goodbye, old imgur. It's been fun.
Lighten up, Francis.
A hole's a hole. And a roll's a roll. If I don't see no rolls, I don't eat no holes. *I made that up.
If you really want to make an impact, have your say today, say it loudly. And then, the important bit: at the end of today, log out and leave. Maybe check back in a year. Otherwise, it's a lot of bluster and nothing to back it up.
For once, I think I'll leave the Hilux at home.
If you're trading, it isn't free. Also, few gardens grow without setting up the soil for the things you want to grow, which is also pretty far away from free. Buzzkill, I know. Sorry.
A menu to a restaurant that no longer exists.
Low key demonstrated his travel experience if he can do multi leg lengths in his head. And also, a level of empathy that can't be faked.
Am I the only one that secretly wonders if a suspiciously huge controversy over a completely banal change is really a viral ad campaign for such a boring restaurant? Not that it worked. I stopped eating there decades ago, and this hubub has made me go "oh, yeah, they still exist. I'm still not eating there "
His previous bandmates superglued his ass to the bench. As is the traditional way of being kicked out of a makeup band.
In all seriousness, that woman is tiny. The Jeep has an obnoxious lift... But it's still just a Jeep.
"got it. This meme will be fire. You're, uh, gonna take an Uber back, right? Your sandy crack isn't about to ride in my car. So, um.... See you at dinner!"
Landing on a tandem, and NOT snapping a neck or legs. I have no idea how that could happen, considering my legs are usually against the other person's back when kayaking tandem.
So if you want to know what my true metric of wealth is, it's having the stability and foresight to not lose your shit.
I honestly never really paid attention until all three Mercedes disappeared from Mom and Dad's driveway, and were replaced with a Ford and an Isuzu. And that summer was the last I saw of the boat. Then the maid stopped cleaning. We stopped eating at the club. I started attending public school. Everything else slowly but surely grew less extravagant with each passing year. As an adult now, I still don't know the details, I just know vaguely enough to not ignore the IRS when they come calling.
I have a few defunct companies on my resume. Background check merely comes back as "unable to verify; company no longer exists." HR really only cared that I could prove my college education plus the most recent prior employer. Everything else doesn't matter unless it proves a blatant lie.
Whatever this weird new selfie superimposed over the subject format is, I loathe it.
The older brother in me needs to see how far it will go when launched from the Evel Kinevel ramp.
It makes me wonder. It's a rule of the universe that close neighbors always get annoyed with each other. I wonder what annoys bird neighbors.
"I don't know what regulation that falls under. I just know I don't like it." -Game Warden.
XTrail looks like it lost a fight against the XMen.
I imagine it would work like a lawnmower blade that the owner doesn't have sharpened annually. It'll cut, but the lawn will look like it got beheaded with a sledgehammer.
Real life cycle of the DIY homeowner: A) discover something is wrong - rage. B) Investigate and troubleshoot - the constant stream of profanity is just offgassing the stress of not knowing. C) diagnose the cause and Google the fix - your ass is mine now, you damn appliance. D) commence the fix - the joy of zen. The constant stream of profanity are happy noises. E) turn on appliance. Bask in victory for thirty seconds before it explodes. Proceed to step A.
That pilot apparently gets paid by the job, and fuel is expensive.
The water nation had broken into the wrong damn rec room, didn't they, the bastards.
You either have to have balls of steel or marbles in your head to cuck Pegleg Pete.