The North Country folks here don't even try to deny it's anything but a way to sell t-shirts.
@templetonpeck
Retired Helicopter Mech. WOD 1.0 > GWOT. Shameless Degenerate. Undisputed Gay Chicken Champion 1999-2012. Record holder for most unsuccessful Article 91s (203). If you can't DIY poorly, don't do it. All opinions are my own unless I steal them.
The North Country folks here don't even try to deny it's anything but a way to sell t-shirts.
Never have I been more ready to clap some cryptid cheeks! It is my time!
Wait, it's in Ohio? Yeah... no.
If Bigfoot was 30 minutes away from me, I'm oiling up to clap those cheeks.
If it was just 5 degrees warmer, my ass would be out lounging in a pool chair with a margarita.
If Ticketmaster-Live Nation gives me a $10million, I'll be that one.
"Joo wanna fight me, esse?"
I just think it's kind of funny (as someone who moved here as an adult) to hear guys at the cornerstore talk about how Syracuse Basketball like it's this perennial powerhouse when it's been pretty mid for 20 years. They're like Nebraska football fans. Don't be like Nebraska football fans.
I understand that Syracuse hasn't been this bad in a long time (forever?); but since the '03 Championship, they went to the Final Four twice and Elite 8 three times... and not in the past ten years. It's been pretty crappy basketball for a while.
This is what is standing in the way of your socialist utopia.
You have to buy them through GSA and are obligated to find the lowest per-unit price. A few phone calls with the right GSA suppliers and you can get them for 5% over cost.
Also September starts the new FY, so that's when furniture is traditionally put on contract.
This whole thing is so dumb.
Yeah, they cracked down on out-of-state addresses a few years back. Kind of a niche loophole that allowed New Yorkers to register kei-trucks and higher-powered e-bikes as mopeds.
Yes, but also the one where you could live in New York and register a Kei-truck in Vermont and then drive it in New York as a registered vehicle.
I'm still sad that Vermont closed the kei-truck loophole.
Good food and time-off are the only immediate incentives the military can directly provide. It also may be shocking, but soldiers and sailors still have to pay to eat it.
That's what infuriates me about the Coast Guard jets. They've needed replacement for 10 years. Like, Noem doesn't get to keep those. The CG is going to fly them for the next 15-20 years. It's not a Zero-Sum game. Jet-money is not food stamp-money.
I shouldn't be surprised that it's TNR peddling this bullshit. "What if we made the Cadillac-driving Welfare Queen argument, but leftishly?"
Those Herman Miller office chairs? Same price as really shitty ones from UNICOR, only with 95% fewer back problems.
We had steak and lobster as a treat for deployment-milestones. All of the nuggets get DCPQS qual'd? Hey, surf and turf for the crew (because everyone is involved in training them)! Put out a main space fire? Have some crab legs because the ship didn't sink.
I feel 0% less tired, but 250% more likely to make that everyone else's problem.
Feeling blown out by daylight savings? You need Gas Station Coffeeโข๏ธ.
Go for the pot that has been on the burner since 6AM and smells slightly burnt. Sugar or creamer? Pshhh. Give it a splash of milk just to add some texture.
#TalesFromTheGasStation
I wish that I could put to you a poll for my D&D alignment.
I'm pretty firm in intentions, but I think it would be interesting to see the perceptions.
Which would certainly inform my intentions if I'm wildly off-base.
Yeah, I've experienced that with my trailer-family that settled (illegally) around the Toulumne River on the outskirts, West of Modesto.
It's all McMansions and cookie-cutter developments, now.
Nary a frog in sight.
A childhood ripped away to be perpetual-soldier.
We got the slightly-matured version of this in GWOT. So many young-adults who could have been getting high; getting drunk; and having promiscuous-sex as if the world was fine.
But instead, we off-shored our societal-trauma to them.
"Frogs fuckin' in my pool" season starts in a month.
For everyone new, I cannot describe to you the pleasure I get from removing them and launching them into the street behind my yard as they try to ascend to the Moon.
I pulled 500lbs+ of frogs out, one year. Never again.
If he killed those frogs, this man is my brother.
If he relocated them and let them live, then he is my sworn enemy.
Probably, technically "pan" but that's only because the definitions changed faster than I could adapt.
I am slightly offended that I wasn't your first tag.
That's a really good point though, for reals.
Quiet wench! The (highly-lethal and most definitely-masculine) men are discussing footwear!