Not once in my enlistment, such as it was, did I question what was in the pants of fellow service members.

Nor did I question their capabilities when they were needed.

Because I’m not an insecure idiot with the maturity of a child.

I say this a bit louder than normal whenever I notice someone is zoning out. I think it’s funny, we have a little chuckle, and move on.

I’m hoping someday to find someone who knows what it’s from.

Legitimately my favorite episode.

Nobody can ever know teal’c’s pain.

Son of a hazmot!

This frelling show is one of the best shows of all time. of all time.

Let’s block the entire parade from proceeding.

Tank Man style.

Awww you think they stopped to listen to the message in the first place…

water soluble powder

Oh god I’m having flashbacks… That shit is nasty.

YOU SLEEP ON A FARM NAZEEM

YOU HAVE NOTHING IN THE CLOUD DISTRICT

Bitch ass posers thinking they’re better than us just because they walk around the fancy area of town sometimes…

Also your whole city is 30 people.

You ain’t fancy, bitch.

Manager better be locking his door, replacing windows with walls, and getting armed security that goes with the everywhere.

If my manager pulled this shit, the manager would no longer have a home or vehicle by the following morning. Whether they get caught inside the house doesn’t matter.

Anyone who destroys someone’s life over obvious insecurities “an argument” deserves to have their own life destroyed.

In this particular instance it reminds me of trees like this:

However, in general I agree that it can be off-putting.

“Well the guy is pouring gasoline everywhere and kept playing with his zippo lighter screaming about how he’s burning my house down, I have to go talk to him if I want to push back on his plan”

You mean we’ve seen these memes before? How many times?

I already enlisted once, and I’m stuck in a red state. I would happily move to a solid blue state and turn my firearms toward the redcoats if it came to a civil war.

The real question is would they let me move.

People around me put cones, trash cans, and even sawhorses to prevent people from doing this.

I’ll be honest, I have gone two extra driveway spaces to put my tires on someone’s driveway that did this when I needed to turn around. Just out of spite.

I get not wanting random strangers pulling in all the time, I used to get that all the time due to a U shaped driveway that Google used to direct people was a turn around spot for a missed turn. But it’s not a big deal, and unless I was asleep and my dogs woke me up I wouldn’t care.

Now, parking on a random driveway while figuring out where you are is weird to me. And also fuck all the cops who used to use my driveway to try and catch people speeding. You were visible from both sides of the road long before your radar can give you a reading. You did nothing but leech tax money.

I have strong opinions on driveways depending on who you are and why you need it but mostly it’s “you do you booboo”

You don’t KNOW you’re being poisoned by CO but as I said, it confuses them into thinking they’re fine. In their confusion, they can still do things and potentially even figure out a way out.

You can get a pretty good idea of someone’s size by their head and neck. Larger and taller people have bigger necks, and fatter people have… Well, more fat.

Nitrogen would be better. CO and CO2 both affect the human body in negative ways that tells the person “hey somethings wrong” or confuses them enough into thinking they’re fine.

The human body has no way of knowing if it takes in nitrogen though, so you can be perfectly fine conscious and happy one second, the air changes to nitrogen and suddenly you’re on the floor unconscious. If nobody collects you in time, well your brain can’t live without oxygen.

Cavemen? Maybe 20,000 years ago.

10,000 years ago we were planting crops and forming cities. They weren’t built to last the ages like Rome, but dirt cities are still cities.

Besides, Ubumfejn-Hooga-booga is the FALSE GOD. The REAL God is Ubumfejn-Booga-Hooga. But nobody has worshipped her since 12,527 B.C.E. after a high-priest got drunk on fermented fruit and accidentally swapped the name while reciting The Old Ways, and who’s gonna correct the high-Priest?

My wife calls them “tiny penis trucks”. If there’s a bunch all together, it’s a “tiny penis parade”

I like the gender affirming vehicle though. Not too many women desperate to drive a truck that never touches dirt or cargo.

Well, I’m glad you guys can interpret what I meant!

Yes I meant “espouses” but my autocorrect dropped the first “E” and I didn’t proofread well enough.