I’ve had five dogs in my lifetime. My current, a boxer, has not only the most frequent ass explosions, but they seriously make even dog lovers hate dogs.

Yowza! Harsh comments.

Yowza! Harsh comments.

Tool - Aenema

Downloaded it. By default, it imported a bunch of old contacts. Hate when apps do that. I see zero value in this application. It might catch on...but I doubt it. Why is their messaging direction so diluted and confusing?

I noticed a few of my accounts don’t appear on all credit reports. My smaller credit union must not report to all agencies.

Dang...just saw this after I posted almost the same thing. Great recommendation.

In other words...start with push-ups on stairs (head up) and work your way down to a level playing field...and perhaps even working your way down to declined push-ups. Be creative...use gravity...those over-priced gym memberships have nothing in ingenuity.

Bro.

Dang...

The one that says “slower traffic keep right” or “keep right except to pass” or any of a myriad of signs worded to keep you in the right lane unless you’re passing someone...regardless of your speed.

Nailed it.

Yeah. I’m kinda with you. Carver’s “Sonic Holography” and all of the other magic that was supposed to transform listening experience...I prefer a nice flat and balanced system that just sounds not over-processed or equalized for booming bass.

When Elvis died...I think the whole side of me that thought I was impervious to death just took a huge hit.

Male privilege.

After a Death Valley camping trip in 2008, our group had a party. I snuck a projector in and hooked up a laptop with the pics from the excursion and pushed them onto the neighbor’s garage with a 720p projector. The entire party was amazed at the images. Awesome times. I still have that projector and it still functions…

Every time some woman tells me I need to find someone...for sex, or dates, or whatever....I simply reply, “Why? Do I look too happy?”

Ok. Here’s a recap of my story.

Not ALL girls are the worst...but mostly...they are. I gave up on attempting anything even closely related to a symbiotic relationship with a girl. My happiness is dependent on me alone. My sadness also. Yes...I am alone sometimes, but I never feel lonely.

I feel your pain. D...A...I...L...Y. (Or better yet, monthly.)

A classmate of mine...a volunteer fireman on a call no less...was a casualty to exactly this type of activity. A tractor was stuck near a grass fire. They hooked up a clevis to the front end of the tractor and then the opposite end of a rope/strap to the front end of an available fire truck. The clevis snapped and…