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Same boat, sort of, with my dad. He’s got asbestosis from working in the mines in Libby, so my mom and I make damn sure not to be around him if we’ve got any upper respiratory crud. If he gets felled by some upper respiratory disease that would have been prevented if anti-vaxxers weren’t so fucking dumb, I’m liable to

I’m reminded of the aftermath of Marco Simoncelli’s death in Sepang, and the discussions that followed, especially surrounding whether or not Valentino Rossi or Colin Edwards would retire afterward, given their inadvertent involvement.

“It’s not that we’re AGAINST the gays marrying, per se. We just want the right to be able to make it illegal. Which we do want to do. But not because of hate. We just think they’re disgusting and shouldn’t defile our perfect, shiny marriage system. What’s that, 3rd wife? Get back in the kitchen, you don’t get an

Preferably with the selfie stick itself.

So his defense is, “I vandalized property, but it was for a good reason! The reason is I’m a flagrant asshole who baited someone into finally calling me on my bullshit.”

I’m gonna start doing this. Good idea.

Just replying here as one of the other women on Jalopnik. Hi!

My friend and I did this once with her late 70s Scirocco, except it wasn’t for a prank. She managed to high center the front bumper on the curb when she parked, and we had to lift it off and roll it back a few feet. Mind you, this was two girls who weighed maybe 180 pound combined...

Anyone bitching about customer service employees, be they food service, retail, phone support, or whatever, should have to spend a month doing the job they’re criticizing as part of their due diligence fact finding before being published.

Confirmed. Back when I was living paycheck to paycheck, I could dress in slacks and a nice shirt, go to a store, and walk out with almost anything. Well, slacks with decent pockets, or with a large coat...most women’s slacks have shit-all for pockets, but nicely fitted pants really bring the “I’m a reputable adult”

I’ve been ghosted by a BFF turned girlfriend turned BFF turned...ex? I guess? It’s unbelievably hurtful. I didn’t even know if she was alive for almost 2 years until a few weeks ago when she liked a mutual friend’s Facebook post. Not knowing what the fuck happened still drives me crazy sometimes, and she’s never not a

Man, that’s sad to hear. I love his car designs.

My car weighs more than twice that. Damn, people.

Y’all don’t see a lot of MMA takedowns, huh?

As my late grandmother (bless her heart) would say, “I’m not a bigot, but—”

Are there charities or funds set up to help crime labs that don't have the means to test their backlogs?

Even better, getting called at 6am because my boss is panicking because the internet is down (two hours before prod begins, but whatever, might as well fix it immediately).

Subject: Not Working
Description: Computer not working

First comment from me: Can you describe your problem in more detail, please?
First comment from user: Fixed! (closes case)

Easiest case closure I ever had...

“So I’ll need you to actually reboot your Linux box.”
“I did yesterday.”
“Obviously you didn’t, because I just SSH’d into it, and your uptime is 37 days.”

That said, I once spent 30 minutes bashing my head against a desktop that wouldn’t boot, only to find out I hadn’t plugged the power cable into the boot hard drive.

I took my car in to get the summer tires swapped for snows (brought my own tires on rims, so it was just a straight swap and align deal), and when I got back in my car, every surface reachable by human arms was coated in mud. They’d put a paper mat on the floor (on top of my deep all-weather mats, lolthx), but managed