What song is it y’all wanna hear?
What song is it y’all wanna hear?
Sounds like a mistake by the medical coder, not an intentional overcharge by the doctor.
Well, back in the early seventies, when I was 14 or 15, I brought a skateboard to school. It was a cheesy little cast-polyethylene number, with steel wheels and open ball bearings, and I’d wager it probably cost about $17. In hindsight, I’d say the maximum speed those bearings could handle was about 12 mph. Although…
That reminds me of the time I got on my bike at 6 AM and headed East. Without sunscreen, because I associate(d) sunscreen with sunbathing, which I’ve never done.
Yeah, I still don’t get Unanue’s thought process. Did he think that losing most of his market would be made up by gaining some fantasized huge number of rich white Americans who suddenly decide they want to buy nothing but canned molé and garbanzos from now on?
I was going to address a few more points but decided to simplify here.
Um, was that a joke?
Are you suggesting that the CostCo policy on masks bans Black Lives Matter masks but not Blue Lives Matter masks? ‘Cause it seems to me that CostCo management released a memo clarifying that masks are attire, and therefore subject to dress code limitations which I’m certain already prohibit the display of personal…
Am I the only one who thinks people should stop making the two words “back seat” into a compound word?
And then you douse the fresh fries with gobs of delicious, delicious salt? Genius!
Good lord you like to keep backpedaling and misdirecting, don’t you?
Nobody is denying that the knot is a noose. The question is whether the person who tied it — and, if the FBI is to be believed, it was there at least eight months ago, if not longer — did so in order to intimidate the vast and threatening number of blacks involved in NASCAR (or one specific black driver), or whether…
You can trot out the old “you misinterpret my meaning” trope as much as you want, but words have meanings. Look; its not that big a deal. You made a generalization. I pointed out how ridiculous it was. Rather than repeatedly trying to walk it back and deflect back onto me, just acknowledge that you were being…
So now you’re saying that you didn’t say that all Harley riders a re assholes? Like when you explicitly said so?
You were pretty close, I think, to catching the point that I’m making: that y’all guys bashing all -- and I do mean all; there has been no qualification here -- Harley riders as obnoxious assholes makes as much sense as me generalizing all non-Harley riders as teenage hooligans riding their extended-swingarm ‘Busas at…
I don’t think anybody hates the Harley people as much as motorcycle riders who don’t ride Harleys.
A sportbike’s exhaust is SO much louder than a stock Harley’s.
And you’ve missed the worst ramification of GM’s (mis)use of backup lights: The boy-who-cried-wolf aspect. How many people will die because they became inured to the display of backup lights and walked directly into the path of a backing vehicle which they erroneously assumed was merely being armed?
I just want to endorse Loremipsum’s conversion of “my wife’s boyfriend” into a Gizmodo meme. (I mean “meme” in the sense of what the word was actually coined to refer to; not a picture with block letters on it.) Let’s keep this going!
If this hip is Christmas and this hip is New Year’s, why don’t you come up and see me sometime between the holidays?