Man, that really sucks, because I really liked Uline shit.

When I was a kid, me and my dad were riding in the truck with my grandpa downtown in a small central valley (California) town. They had recently started a trolley service, but it was in the lanes with the regular traffic and they only went about 15 mph. They were not widely used, since it was only available downtown and this small town is entirely car-dependent. My grandpa was getting more and more frustrated at the trolley in front of us, and as we were getting to the end of downtown he says “I bet there’s only one clown on this goddamn trolley.” Without skipping a beat, the trolley stopped to let out one singular person-- a man in clown costume.

It was the funniest fucking thing. I still crack up at it, 30 years later.

My grandpa ran over a woman who walked into the street late at night. There was no way for him to have avoided it. He did not get in trouble. This was in California.

Holy shit, how do you not know there’s hydrazine in the water?

More like having a phone shoved to your face to see a meme that is mildly entertaining at best.

I used to get hella annoyed that my mom would be online all afternoon so I would pick up the phone and blow into it for a few seconds until I heard AOL man say “Goodbye.”

As an EndeavourOS user, this pleases me greatly.

Wear one then. Fuck all the haters.

It’s the loud part. When my partner starts screaming, the floodgates in my balls open almost immediately.

Of course!

*IN CONCEPTS OF GRAND STRATEGIC PLAN

ftfy

It will get in the moving parts, melt, caramelize, and seize the engine that way.

Sugar in the gas tank doesn’t do anything. You gotta put in the oil fill cap.

It is very easy to not see a motorcycle. Very easy. And due to the way our brains work, their small size can make us seem further away than we actually are.

It does help me mentally though. Sometimes the lies we tell ourselves help.

Most bikes are not bassy it’s mostly thumpers and harleys that are bassy. Just wait until you get passed by a bunch of squids on sport bikes with parallel twins and I4s, those are much higher, and represent a large percentage of the bikers out there.

Also, I’m grateful that my bike is loud. I don’t rev it to high hell though, but an additional sensory input for the fuckhead texting on the freeway is not a bad thing. A lot of people where I live (Seattle) don’t pay attention on the road and it’s pretty scary on a bike surrounded by them sometimes. Sometimes it is simply not possible to have a decent safety bubble when there’s traffic.

I remember back in the late 90s when casual gay slurs were the norm, I said something, I forget what, that implied that I’d beat up some dude who was gay. My dad told me “Just because he’s a slur doesn’t make him any less of a man who is more than capable of beating the living shit out of you”. That was an eye opener.

No, it’s because women are smart enough to look under shit and we men are not. 90% of the time I ask my partner if she knows where something is, she asks if I looked under x, and about half the time it is, in fact, under x.

Would you like an EXTRA BIG ASS TACO???

If you need a speculum, you’ve already gone too far.