and there’s the joke I came to make, good show.
and there’s the joke I came to make, good show.
It’s to the point where a black Challenger can’t even drive down the street anymore without being mistaken for some kind of criminal. These are sad times we live in.
That’s what the A-10 pilots say just before the Bruuuuuuuuuup.
Uhh, this doesn’t really fit my narrative, so I’m going to ignore it.
The only amazing part of this video is how he opens the beer at the end.
What a fucking beast.
Not as cool, but I once worked for a guy that had a Triumph TR2 he kept in impeccable shape. He was also a rather notorious cigar smoker.
What you did makes perfect sense, and I’d probably do the same, but it’s a little sad to think that relatively mundane sales transactions between people now have to be turned into wild west showdowns with everyone on edge.
Ugh, I really need to get rid of my vintage moped, but craigslist makes me uncomfortable.
Yep, sounds like you’ve already been doing some form of IF’ing unintentionally. So if you haven’t seen results, that shouldn’t be surprising, but I bet tracking calories + macronutrients or mindful eating might do the trick. :) tl;dr If you keep doing the same thing, there’s going to be no change in output. Try one of…
By doing anything that isn’t this.
Put your pants back on.
Also, what did I just watch. I am disgusted, disturbed and don’t even know where to start. Words cannot describe. Those are graphic images that I will take with me to my death. Sweet dreams everyone.
The world could use a few more Roy Underhills. I'm going to hear him give a speech in a couple weeks. I'm really looking forward to it.
In college, I quit my job and rode maybe 30 miles up the California coast. This made me realize that I was a broke college kid who shouldn’t have quit his job. So I rode back to my job in time for my dinner shift (I worked at a restaurant, quit at the end of lunch), and pretended like nothing had happened. My story is…