Lets see... my last trip to target I was looking to buy more of my Aussie brand miracle curls coconut scented conditioner BUT THEY WERE FRICKING OUT OF IT??? So I instead bought this gay butt shea butter conditioner thats completely messing up my curls and I hate it.

Also on this trip I bought a new bottle of crest Optic White Pro Series, the BEST toothpaste for that pearly white grin, and some generic mouthwash that I like. In addition to that I bought a 4 pack of new brushheads for my Philips One rechargeable travel toothbrush. Also purchased a new deodorant stick, brand I never tried before called Every Man Jack. I got the cedarwood scent, and it smells pretty great! Not overpowering strong like old spice but nice and subtle.

Does tend to wear off rather quickly so have to reup if I'm going to the gym or whatever. For the very last thing I got a 100$ prepaid visa for my friend as it was his birthday and I was going out to meet with him and other friends for dinner. We got wings and had a great time!

Anyway why are you reading this????

The frick are they expecting wasting our time? We clearly hate each other and have always been work only contacts despite previous attempts. he goes to HR after me demanding he leaves my house after screaming? Like heck I'm ever showing up to that.

I'll also have to explain my liquor cabinet that's in the butler room to HR because god forbid a grown adult has 20 something bottles of whiskey, tequila and vodka on display. Somehow that's unbecoming. I'm admittedly an alcoholic, but just having a shelf in a room purposely made for serving guests is somehow terrible. Now I get the fun of remembering what I changed my passcode on the gates to because like heck I ever remember it

not changing my profile pic bc im lazy but i admit that I failed

Dems have decided to be absolutely insufferable and r-slurred these past few weeks/months/years. They always have been to some degree, but these past few years have been a new flavor of stupidity. Their one and only job was to put a moderate candidate up for election and not frick things up too terribly or act like Tumblrinas. I want to help nominate a soft landing in case America chooses not to give Old Joe a second try.

Nikki Haley was one of the few people that I thought spoke intelligently and honestly at the first debates, rather than the typical grunts and gestures and clichés you get from wingcucks. I don't know much about her positions yet but she does share a name spelling with Next Door Nikki, an early 2000s softcore model with big cans and who was kinda hot in a weird way.

I don't particularly like Chris Christie but he's done some interviews where he doesn't act like an r-slur. I also think fat presidents are funny and it reminds me of the 1800s.

At least this time we kept the windows closed so the cannonsmoke didnt make us all cough

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I drove an hour to a junkyard to see if they had the door I needed. They did, but they don't allow customers to take shit off themselves and now I've gotta wait for them to take it off, probably damage it in the process, then drive an hour there and back again to get it. The worst part is I can't figure out a way to work a-door-able into a sentence that doesn't seem forced.

I haven't actually gotten the car yet, but I have two headlights, a rear view mirror, an armrest, cupholders, and soon a door. Then on Thursday I'm gettin the actual car. So technically I'm building the car from scratch.

Meanwhile I've been reading about where they rust because everyone was saying they don't rust and I don't see any rust on it but there might be rust hiding inside the wheel wells that I'm nervous about because if so I'm not about to put money into doing rust repairs on a free butt car with 170k miles.

I've done b&w prints already and I loved it, I'd like to do color now but I was told it's very hard (can't use lights at all) and it's harder to correct the image. It won't be for a while but I have a large format camera so I might as well do crazy stuff with it

Discuss

!goyslopenjoyers

Okay, so I just got back from subway, and I ordered my normal sandwich (footlong BMT), and I got it with provolone and mustard and ranch sauce and olives and pickles and banana peppers nad lettuce and onions and tomatoes and also bacon, and an extra large soft drink and 2 choco (thats what i call chocolate) chip cookies, and the cute latinx girl behind the counter was trying to look away from my face and also holding back laughs. I realized I had just ordered what my stomach asked for and not what society would deem a sandwich with manners. Why people have to judge sandwich etiquitte is beyond me. Frick those people. So anyways, my sandwich was apparently very unacceptable because everyone was staring at me when I went to get my soft drink from the fountain.

In a last ditch attempt to save face, I said my soft drink choice out loud while I poured it at the fountain. "Diet coke! I love diet coke because im watching my health!" and I made sure to suck in and lift up my chest harder than normal while I walked out the door.

So basically, I'm looking to start learning how to build a goal-oriented sandwich that shows that I have class and taste, I am tired of my dining habits preventing me from picking up the Ladies. For instance, what is a good kind of bread to start with, and what meat looks the best on it? Any help is appreciated.

Thanks!

All the employees at the Red Rooster were Sexy Indian dudes, I could barely understand what the guy was saying, and accents usually don't bother me. They fricked my order up too, very simple order as well. Moreover, the large LED TV was playing Sexy Indian dude music video clips.

South West Sydney.

!strayans

Sydney will be Sexy Indian dude town chuds.

PI came over to my house to discuss this mornings mishap of denatured protein over coffee. It's pretty meaningless in the grand scheme of our budget and just a lot of paperwork to the higher ups, emails to S-A, maybe see if Pfizer has pharmaceutical connections that can also produce the protein because HPLC failed according to the intern and senior researcher. Instead of a level headed conversation, he's more pissed than I am in any of my posts yelling and screaming on the phone at the lab staff and myself trying to have a peepee measuring contest of knowledge.

Took me over 5 minutes to get him out of my property and I don't think he was even drunk. Get the frick out of my house, never return and do all the work yourself. I somehow care even less.

You did not win the lottershe. Better luck next time!

Your odds of winning were: 1.607%

Winner: @Cdace (won 11196 coins)

I never win this. I don't know what it is or how to participate. Not even sure of the prize but I need to win it.

It's probably just syphilis

To set the scene: we were in the front of a CVS, there were two employees in the store that I could see, a manager and a cashier. There was probably a pharmacist in the back but they aren't relevant to the story. While I was there the manager was helping me print stuff because the computers were acting up, so all that left was the cashier at the counter helping the other customer.

While I'm standing there waiting for the documents to print the customer becomes very irate and wants to speak with the manager, who asks him what's wrong seeing as all 4 of us have been standing there this whole time and nothing was out of the ordinary. He then gets super animated talking about how people were following him around the store/checking on him (seriously, there were no other employees in this store) because he is black and that is discrimination. He then said “I am a registered nurse, I don't have to deal with any of this low class stuff. Not in Joe Biden's America (literally word for word)” he then ranted about how racist this state is (it's not) and how racist the staff is at this CVS and how he is going to call corporate. Then he told the manager his cousin's name is Chris and then said “God Bless” and some other gibberish as he left the store.

After he left the three of us all collectively go wtf was that, and the manager asked the employee what he even did. Apparently after he rang him up he said “is there anything else I can help you with” and that's when the dude accused him of racism. The weird part? The cashier, himself, was black and like 16.

I then made a joke about how he's going to send corporate a tiktok of him dancing and they awkwardly chuckled while I laughed at my own joke. The end.

!grillers rise up

There is no strong sense of good or bad, or of anyone really getting exactly what they deserve.

There is no stimulant keeping you up all the time nor some great tragedy that is keeping you down.

To be a king that is the price. To see the world in its colorless shades and to have the will to keep moving even so. For the purpose of life is to live and anything more has as much proving its opposite as the amounts in support of it.

Humanity today has grown weak because from the day it is born it is surrounded by a reflection of what we want the world to be disconnected from what it is. The gap growing ever wider. Until most men and women of our time can only persist in a specific context, their spirits and wills breaking apart at ever smaller variations in their local environment.

I do not know if that is a death knell of a failed culture, but I do know that what cannot adapt cannot lead. What cannot see beyond its own comforts and beliefs cannot persist.

The long view by its very nature requires to calm your heart, your mind, your spirit, such that you can see the world as it is, and yourself as close to what you really are in relation to it.

Leadership is not a joyful experience. Nor a joyless one. It is to simply be and to see things just as they are.

Today, most of humanity no longer has the capacity to move without music in their ears, honey on their tongue, and colors blinding to the eyes.

When you realize real change requires you to tone down your senses, you find out that now nothing leaves a strong taste, and you can only respond in terms of what you think ought to be, instead of what feels good, or what makes you feel strongly, or what excites you. To win you must learn to walk the gray, even if it never ends. To look beyond the bread and circuses, to fully bond with your local reality starting from your own perspective while capable of comprehending that of those beyond yourself.

From such a capacity are things like discipline, good conduct, ethics, rationality born.

The most dangerous thing a man can do is to become a gear in somebody else's machine. Man must free himself. Even from himself. A distance enough to recognize himself and how he may be changed as needed in this world for him to survive or thrive or make a change.

Man must chain himself. His very nature to his reason. His emotions, his joys, his sorrows, all must be a persistent flicker of light that never fades away altogether, and yet can never fully flare and control a man's reason without the permission of that reason.

You will feel empty, not as empty as the void itself, but close, too close for most to handle, and you will learn to walk that path, as steady as those who need a thousand types of succor just to get along with their day. Every day.

That is what it means to be fit to rule. To live in that gray reality that most won't dare see or remember. For it breaks them.

This is Katara.

How fricking difficult is it TO NOT FRICK THIS UP

TWICE

YOU FRICKED THIS UP TWICE TWO TIME YOU WORTHLESS USELESS PILES OF SHIT.

At Home is amazing 💕

So my little modified lawn tractor is on its second transmission. I bought the replacement about 250 hours ago and it was another K58, which is like their top end lawn tractor trans but not really meant for what I've been doing with it.

Well I wore it out again and a rebuild kit was like $300. I spent $450 to buy the previous replacement.

I'm out blowing leaves and am pissed because I can usually use the tractor and plow to push the leaf piles into the woods instead of picking them up. So I search for a new transmission, just wondering how much it would cost. First result is a brand new K66 - a real garden tractor trans, for $430 shipped.

When I bought the one I just wore out, those were going for $1600.

So hopefully there's no catch to it and I'll get it in a few days and be able to drop it right in and start pushing shit around the yard again.

Everything's coming up WootFatigue!

good morning dramneurodivergents. i call upon you to decide the fate of my cat.

so about a year ago this feral cat showed up on my porch during a snowstorm. i started putting out food and fresh water for him and he made my porch his home for the winter. after about 6 months, sometime this spring, he let me pet him. about a month after that he started letting me pick him up. i then trapped his butt and got him fixed, chipped, and vaxxed. after that i started bringing him inside my house and taught him how to use a litter box. i still remember the first time he ever played with a toy it was so sweet

because he is still half feral i let him out every day and he disappears for up to two days at a time. this last time, he was gone for a week. this morning he came back wearing SOMEONE ELSE'S COLLAR!

there is a phone number written on the collar in sharpie but it is smudged and i can't read it.

here is where the dilemma comes in. i recently bought a new house and am moving across the county and into town literally tomorrow. i have been worried about moving him already, since he's lived his whole life running wild where my current house is and he is like barely domesticated lol. i'm afraid that moving into town and into a house where he will be inside 24/7 will be very upsetting to him.

what should i do?

!biofoids !bumpkins someone ping animalposters i'm broke

R*pe palestinoids in the pale moonlight