209824 pts · January 25, 2014
No.
I'm boycotting GM mostly due to them making shitty vehicles.
"No. NO. Dude, that stripper is NOT into you. Go home." -- Cat
♫Thank you for bein' arrested...♫
"You idiot! I'm number 86!"
"...I ever tell you guys 'bout that time I got dropkicked by a pigeon?"
In a world where Disturbed and Five Finger Death Punch exist, Nickelback ain't so bad..... (.....I still can't fuckin' stand 'em, though)
Somewhere in the afterlife, Mary Tyler Moore is scoffing. Chortling, even.
I'm tired of owls propositioning me.
For me, a horny teenage boy in the pre-internet era, it was stuff like this and college gymnastics tournaments on ESPN...
"I don't know what the fuck just happened, but... I'm kinda into it." -- Pigeon
"I AM SO EXCITED I WILL WAG MY ENTIRE ASS" -- Dog
And the best states to live in, according to the same site: https://www.cnbc.com/2026/07/11/best-states-to-live-in-america-2026.html
Yeah, I listened to an old aircheck of some country station from the mid '70s recently (because that's what cool people do) and they were advertising both concert ticket giveaways and cash giveaways for a month's rent, groceries, etc. The current situation IS fucked up, but this isn't a fuckin' "reminder" of anything.
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Vishiss beest!
Maybe so, but there are still plenty of Canadian tourists around.
I never go to the actual beach, anyway; I grab a slice of overpriced beach pizza from Lisa's or Bill's and a soda and some fries and just watch the tourists waddle by for a while. I like to play a game called "Quebecker or Masshole?" in which I try to guess whether a particular beachgoer is... well... a Quebecker or a Masshole.
I live near Old Orc Hard Beach. Really popular this time of year. French Canadians fuckin' LOVE the place. I might swing by there tomorrow.
My dad was a small guy, about 5'5" and 130 pounds. He would climb fully into the engine bays of the GM squarebodies he owned/maintained.
"Ahh, a blueberry! Mmmmyes, a wild blueberry! You were grown in Maine. Ohhh, I shall pounce upon you, hee-hee! You know what else was grown in Maine? A quite large Maine Coon cat I saw earlier. I'll chew you up now! [ptoo] Ha-haa, just kidding! I barked at him ferociously-- the large cat, I mean. Really gave him the business, I did! Terrified him. Another POUNCE! Ha-haa, you are helpless, Blueberry! Utterly helpless! I am quite mad, indeed..."
♫Eeeeast bound and dooowwwnn, Loaded up and truckin' / We're gonna do what they say can't be done...♫
"Ugghh... fuckin' Mondays, am I right?"
"I talked to Tim Fifa, he assured me we'd win..."
Zoinks!
What, you don't like insipid commentary over horrendously shitty country "music"?
I'm boycotting GM mostly due to them making shitty vehicles.
"No. NO. Dude, that stripper is NOT into you. Go home." -- Cat
♫Thank you for bein' arrested...♫
"You idiot! I'm number 86!"
"...I ever tell you guys 'bout that time I got dropkicked by a pigeon?"
In a world where Disturbed and Five Finger Death Punch exist, Nickelback ain't so bad..... (.....I still can't fuckin' stand 'em, though)
Somewhere in the afterlife, Mary Tyler Moore is scoffing. Chortling, even.
I'm tired of owls propositioning me.
For me, a horny teenage boy in the pre-internet era, it was stuff like this and college gymnastics tournaments on ESPN...
"I don't know what the fuck just happened, but... I'm kinda into it." -- Pigeon
"I AM SO EXCITED I WILL WAG MY ENTIRE ASS" -- Dog
And the best states to live in, according to the same site: https://www.cnbc.com/2026/07/11/best-states-to-live-in-america-2026.html
Yeah, I listened to an old aircheck of some country station from the mid '70s recently (because that's what cool people do) and they were advertising both concert ticket giveaways and cash giveaways for a month's rent, groceries, etc. The current situation IS fucked up, but this isn't a fuckin' "reminder" of anything.
Vishiss beest!
Maybe so, but there are still plenty of Canadian tourists around.
I never go to the actual beach, anyway; I grab a slice of overpriced beach pizza from Lisa's or Bill's and a soda and some fries and just watch the tourists waddle by for a while. I like to play a game called "Quebecker or Masshole?" in which I try to guess whether a particular beachgoer is... well... a Quebecker or a Masshole.
I live near Old Orc Hard Beach. Really popular this time of year. French Canadians fuckin' LOVE the place. I might swing by there tomorrow.
My dad was a small guy, about 5'5" and 130 pounds. He would climb fully into the engine bays of the GM squarebodies he owned/maintained.
"Ahh, a blueberry! Mmmmyes, a wild blueberry! You were grown in Maine. Ohhh, I shall pounce upon you, hee-hee! You know what else was grown in Maine? A quite large Maine Coon cat I saw earlier. I'll chew you up now! [ptoo] Ha-haa, just kidding! I barked at him ferociously-- the large cat, I mean. Really gave him the business, I did! Terrified him. Another POUNCE! Ha-haa, you are helpless, Blueberry! Utterly helpless! I am quite mad, indeed..."
♫Eeeeast bound and dooowwwnn, Loaded up and truckin' / We're gonna do what they say can't be done...♫
"Ugghh... fuckin' Mondays, am I right?"
"I talked to Tim Fifa, he assured me we'd win..."
Zoinks!
What, you don't like insipid commentary over horrendously shitty country "music"?