I choose to work ten hour shifts so I don’t have to work Fridays! It’s not always a bad thing.
I choose to work ten hour shifts so I don’t have to work Fridays! It’s not always a bad thing.
We’re having sloppy joes!
It’s not?
In the days of old when knights were bold and toilet paper wasn’t invented, they’d wipe their ass with a piece of grass and walk away contented.
This is no longer relevant to me, as I now work from home; but I felt the same way a few years back when I used to commute. Then a giant cargo ship crashed into the bridge I used to cross daily (which was not a drawbridge but preceded one on my commute) and collapsed it.
At least, I expect, me being late that day would have been excusable.
Presumably this is in preparation for time travel.
At a guess, it’s probably a mocking name for Microsoft.
Is your username a modem interpretation of OMGWTFBBQ?
I don’t know that I “love” it, in that I have no strong feelings on the subject; however, an ID is a physically minor thing. Unless you’re doing something illegal (or at least likely to invite retribution from those in power) or are a privacy advocate to the point that you don’t want to be identifiable on principle, there’s not much reason to not carry your ID any time you leave your property (home or vehicle). Even in the case of the latter, if you know you’re going to be purchasing an age controlled item, it seems reasonable to leave your house with your ID in that instance then leave it behind for other travels.
However, as a fairly sheltered individual, I can acknowledge that there may be circumstances I haven’t encountered and therefore haven’t considered. Fortunately for me, though I always carry my ID, the ever-increasing amount of grey in my hair and beard mean that I rarely get ID’d.
Back when I was in a customer facing job, it was “unless they appear to be over 27.” I just asked everybody to be safe.
… Why? His content can be enjoyable, but I’m not sure it relates here.
Little Johnny was a scientist, little Johnny is no more …
Plus it puts on a Santa hat around Christmas.
I can’t say for certain, but I think that might be by design.
I don’t think there was anyone around at the time who suggested that it was a good idea, heh.
At the time, my mom - his wife of 27 years - had recently died and I think he was trying to find himself again. Unicycles with ski poles weren’t the only odd decisions he made.
My then-sixtyish year old dad bought a unicycle. He also bought a pair of ski poles to help him balance while learning to ride it by traveling up and down a long hallway in his home.
This doesn’t really add anything to the conversation, but I’ve always found it funny and rarely had an opportunity to share it.
Gasp - mongeese!