Dunno if age appropriate but I like to give knives when possible.
These are the most absurdly competent $10 tool you can buy if you can stomach the source (wally world):
I have a drawer-full and they make a great (cheap) “I was thinking of you” token.
A night of listening to me snore causes folks to be charmingly receptive to those conversations. Uncanny, really.
Roger. Suppose a bunkbed’s out of the question? Hammocks?
In any case, here’s to your future abundance!
Warning! Crude pun in title!
Nothing wrong with 1950s-sitcom-style double beds with a shared nightstand if you are short on space. You spend a third of your life in a bed; best to be happy there.
Not to one-up, but we went with two blankets, along with two beds and two rooms. Never looked back. Game-changer if you've got the space.
That sign clearly indicates “No Yorkies”. No ordinance is being broken here.
This statement is in fact Lab certified™️
“Exchange” implies that information flowed in both directions in a transactional manner. Never before heard the term used to describe “one-sided, manic, belittling, self-aggrandizing, tone-deaf tirade.” Live and learn, I guess.
A guy in a bar told me, “Son, women control 50% of the money in this county, and 100% of the pussy, so act accordingly.”
Dunno. She seems fairly healthy from here.
She may want to have that bubbling paint on her hood looked at, tho. Probably some rust she’ll be better off without.
The preceding discourse was civilized and adult, and I am a better person for having witnessed it. Well done all.
A view of the bar at Maggy McGarry’s, an unassuming little pub in the Telegraph Hill neighborhood of San Francisco that will furnish you with a pint o’ Guinness and a Tullamore Dew neat at 9:30 on a Sunday morning, should the need arise.
Apologies for the potato quality photo; more of a PSA than anything artful.
I never pass on the opportunity to say fuck Wells Fargo.
Thus, fuck Wells Fargo.
Furthermore, to echo a comment further down, up against the wall with those shitcunts.