Let me be completely clear here; DeMuro is not my last name.

“The implied porn-stash.”  The new fad for the 2020 guy on the go.

./facepalm

I’ve never made successful ginger snaps, but I make a damn fine gingerbread.

Ugh. I cannot stand Leno, and the older he gets the worse “rambling old man” he gets.

My Contender has a carbine kit on it, which I think makes a much better firearm all around.  I could tear it all off and put the pistol stuff back on, but I’m gonna be honest it isn’t that fun to shoot as a pistol.  That’s just my opinion of course.  Of course that’s the advantage of the Contender: it’s modular.  In a…

And an XP-100 for cross reference:

Oh man, I remember that story well.  This was kinda like that, although the reasoning was different.  I wish I could ask Dad about that story, but he’s been dead now for five years.  His insight into it would be interesting.  (Dunno why I didn’t ask him when it aired.)

Are they? I wouldn’t know. If I’m going to break my diabetes rules, I’m going to make an actually delicious home-made cookie. Oatmeal Lace, or Sour-cream Sugar cookies. Or regular chocolate chip. Maybe Snickerdoodles.

She was just a terrible teacher. She had no control over her students, and her students were all far behind the other 4th grade class. (Small school. There were only two 4th grade teachers.) She simply didn’t know how to teach. According to my Dad, who know all the teachers, she was kinda dumb.

Upvoted for the umbrella metaphor.

I was a hermit before being a hermit was cool.

My Dad was an interesting character. He was a championship wrestler in high school, played football, studied judo, and coached high school wrestling after he became a teacher.

And I’ve got the diabetes, which I can’t blame on them but wish I could.

./sigh

and tenants, including the Girl Scouts of Greater New York, are trying to end their leases in his towers.

I didn’t say anything about qualifications. I said “sorrier excuse for.”

A fair number of people get into teaching because they think it’ll be easy and they get summers off. The reality often shocks them. And then there are the other ones that think they’re god’s gift to children, who have no talent for teaching at all. These days it isn’t so bad. Back when I was a kid it was a lot easier…

My dyslexia read that as “You’re setting that bra low man.”

I cannot think of a sorrier excuse for a candidate for anything. Except maybe Ted Cruz.