Combination of being salaried plus industry culture.

It’s been years since I’ve eaten food away from my desk. And God forbid I should forget to bring food and need to run downstairs for sixteen seconds to purchase something. That’s truly one of the seven deadly sins.

What are the chances that I, a not particularly tech savvy person, go to download mint and end up bricking my computer?

Honestly, my computer is an absolute bottom of the barrel $200 Dell laptop right now, so it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but I’d hate to fuck it up, get a better computer, and fuck that up too.

I believe that’s the European Union free trade zone for bidets and electric kettles. Metric cash only, please.

I don’t know. Some people who experience abuse and escape it become far worse abusers when they’re in position to do so.

What I found via the experiences I relayed is that most jukeboxes will allow you to download just about anything. Too niche for an old school unit that has a fixed number of CDs in it, but not too niche for the Internet.

Jesus Christ. I met my ex-girlfriend through mutual music tastes. We both followed bands that are well under the national radar.

I couldn’t take her to bars because she would load up the jukebox with hours worth of the music we listened to.

I’m the first to admit that it’s an acquired taste, not necessarily something you want to blast throughout a bar full of drunks who don’t know it and more likely than not won’t like it.

This happened over and over. Got thrown out of a couple places because she would get in fights over it.

Jesus

Unemployment on the reservation hovers between 80% and 85%, and 49% of the population live below the federal poverty level. Many of the families have no electricity, telephone, running water, or sewage systems; and many use wood stoves to heat their homes, depleting limited wood resources.

Then again, why don’t they just pull themselves up by the moccasin straps? Look at them. I bet some of them even have refrigerators! /s

Not in computers. I’m an accountant. I don’t have enough money to throw the double middle fingers. Can somebody please, for the love of all that’s holy, show me the way out or, you know, come sneak onto my property when I’m not looking and delete me?

Edit: JUST now, I got told that I’m unprofessional because I refuse to give my personal cell phone number to all three thousand of our clients. I said that my private phone funded by my personal money is not a business asset and they can give me a company phone if they want me texting clients. This was met with a huff, turning of a back on me, and storming off.

They’ll make you listen to Vogon poetry. If your head explodes, you’re not a bot.

Suppose Don Diaper weasels his way back in. Do you suppose he’ll remember and/or give two shits about this guy and extend a pardon?

Now I wonder about elephants given that they have funerals and mourn their dead.

A more sustainable, but way more difficult than it seems game is power hour. There should be multiple versions of it on YouTube. At least there were circa 2010.

It plays a song for a minute, then changes to another song for a minute, then another and so on over sixty minutes.

Every time the song changes, you take a shot of beer.

When I was in college about three hundred years ago, it was called the century club and went for one hundred minutes, but since we didn’t have YouTube back then, it was just watching the clock. Amazing how fast that God damned second game can move.

I remember when Facebook was solely for college students. Now it seems to have a three denture minimum.

You mean an even better tempo?

I kid. I kid!

By get shot sixteen times, OP means that Roxanne came on, so he and the burglar immediately proceeded to get WRECKED playing the Roxanne drinking game. Sixteen shots didn’t even get him through the first chorus.

For those who don’t know:

How to play the Roxanne drinking game All you need to play is a sound system of some sort, and the song ‘Roxanne’ by The Police. Next, you split everybody up into 2 teams (usually boys on one team, girls on the other). The girls drink when they hear the word ‘Roxanne’, and the boys drink when they hear ‘put on a red light’. Doesn’t sound like much of a drinking game, right? Wrong! It’s unbelievable how many times The Police repeat these lyrics in the song and so this game can be a good laugh if played occasionally.

Have any of these guys ever succeeded in anything regarding their woefully misguided notions? I would think loss after loss would eventually discourage this nonsense.

No good story ever began with a glass of milk.

Anthony Burgess: Hold my milk plus.

JD Vance needs no further additions to this art

The cap on foreign earned income exclusion is $126,500 for 2024. That’s not gonna make much of a dent for Chadbro McTechnut