jomarch
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jomarch

Mike’s way means drowning in oil and vinegar.

Jersey Mike’s is ok, better than Subway anyway. Be aware of a few things:

I came for the Tang and the astronaut ice cream......if it weren’t for the comments, I would have been disappointed.

Handheld impact hammers are what they’re referring to since the laws of physics tend to prevent one from effectively swinging a hammer in micro-gravity.

NASA probably had corded ones bought at a markup from the military

Aren’t hammers cordless by definition?

It’s been a while since I’ve listened to heavy metal, can someone explain to me what a male-to-male power chord is? Is it more metal than a regular power chord?

Maybe that was referring to the courtesy flush method ;)

Remove the poop by hand??!! You have got to be kidding. 

I think you mean discreet pooping, not discrete pooping.

I would much rather my date clog my toilet than end the date for a fake emergency that seems questionable. Though, maybe other people are better liars than me. But I feel like people can often see right through this sort of lie and it makes you seem sketchy.

My father taught my mother how to drive stick by driving up and down the west side of Manhattan at around 2-3 am. Relatively straight roads and almost nonexistent traffic made an ideal place to practice.

My mother would take us to the county courts on the weekends. They had gigantic parking lots with only light poles as obstacles. Since the courts were closed on the weekends, it was void of cars and made it easier to become comfortable with the basics. Later, we would drive around a local community college quadrangle

Exactly! Good for you, Crunchy!

Congratulations on your perseverance! And I’m sorry you were humiliated. No one should ever be made to feel that way when they’re learning something new, particularly something that can be as nerve-wracking as driving.

This article really isn’t for me since I learned to drive when I was around 12, but the driving at night part really helped me learn stick when I bought my first car at 18. It allowed me to stall without worrying about someone behind me. I spent a few hours the first night driving around the neighborhood and by the

No, in fact, it probably results in better drivers, because it means you can get more practice. There’s simply no substitute for hours spent behind the wheel.

I was 50 years old when I decided to face my anxiety and get my license. I went through three different schools that said they specialized in nervous adult learners but really would say anything to get tuition money. I was humiliated, told I would never get my license and that, yes, I was the worst driver they ever