Ha! I sprayed a fluorescent green “x” on the bottom of my bag.

Didn’t realize this was an issue. The few times I’ve seen someone not using headphones the flight attendant immediately told them they either had to use headphones or turn off the volume.

I never have a problem with screaming infants and toddlers - they’re confused, their ears hurt, etc. However, I have a huge problem with the parents of older kids who allow their precious snowflakes to pitch a fit and wreak havoc on the seat in front of them. Fuck them and their evil spawn.

I worked at a country club and had a different experience. This was a while ago and the ladies were only allowed to play one day a week. However, they were always courteous to staff and always seemed to be having fun with their pals. They couldn’t hit the ball as far as the men, but they all seemed to stay in the…

Fuck Palm Beach County.

I worked at a country club that had a pair of nesting swans on one of the holes. Whenever we had work to do by the water hazard one of us had to fend off the attacking male with a rake, even though we were 100 yards away from the nest. Swans are vicious assholes.

Here’s a cool video that explains everything you need to know (or at least should know) about this subject:

I know. For a second everyone (including the runner from second) acted like the put-out at third was the third out. Funny stuff.

Is that a drive-thru window?

All Russian behavior can be explained by Vodka.

Mark it eight, Dude.

Fixed.

Side note 2: ground dwelling wasps consider anyone or anything walking near their nests to be a threat. There does not seem to be a way to live with them.

Agreed. I guess people think that since the room is usually set-up so the fireplace is the focal point, they can kill two birds with one stone.

Agreed. I guess people think that since the room is usually set-up so the fireplace is the focal point, they can…

Nice. But Holy $$$$$hit.

Nice. But Holy $$$$$hit.

I think my Grandpa had one of those in his finished basement.

I think my Grandpa had one of those in his finished basement.

Nice marmot.

Is that Kate McKinnon?

Enjoy them, my friend.

God, that reminds me of those long, delicious make-out sessions from my high school days. Lips numb and swollen. Vigorous dry-humping. Getting excruciatingly close to third base. Then the long, painful walk home with a near-terminal case of blue balls. Oh, what larks!