This is like one of the beat poems from So I Married An Axe Murderer?
This is like one of the beat poems from So I Married An Axe Murderer?
I have both slept in my car and in my Gazelle t4 tent and both times it has been way faster than my friends roof top tents. but RTTs make you “Look” like an overlander.
Oooohhh, that looks like it’ll feel very comfortable on your lower spine! Sign me up...
Dude in the pic is passed out drunk or stoned. Not sleeping.
I think an Imperial with a giant cut-out of Frank’s head mimicing that ad would be a great entry into a Lemons race.
Who knew the world needed a 4-door luxury Gremlin....?
They’re six feet under and the rest of us are pissing on their graves. It’s common ground, right?
“The only people who can get away with being mean are rock stars or brain surgeons or Mr. Phil.”
If people won’t vote in their own self interest, then nothing can be done about that. If a single comment can turn off Biden voters while Trump acts like a rabid dog, then we deserve Trump.
Life without salami and pepperoni doesn’t last longer, it just feels longer. 😒
I love this. Your landlords sound awesome.
This one is election related. Our HOA has an extremely unenforceable rule of no political signs. They even sent out an email basically saying, hey we can’t really enforce it but let’s just not be assholes to each other during the election. So I had a guy in my neighborhood pop up a trump sign and a couple of other…
I rent a basement apartment from a nice older gay couple. They have their eccentricities, each of which has been a delight to discover over my time here. They had a giant pride flag laying out by my entrance in the process of being mounted on a stick to hang it vertically... for months. They kept apologizing for it…
Yeah, I’ve always wanted to take flight lessons. But I’m just too cheap, and it’s never been high up on the “fun priority” list. I REALLY wanted to learn to fly a helicopter, but at $500/hr for training (ultimately adding up to around $22k from novice to license) in my local market...um, no.
I just call the Snow Pups “little assholes” when they’re difficult. Everyone understands it — other parents, single people, even grandparents.
Great article! Thanks! The worst is people who have no idea what it’s like to have a child who is a picky eater, and say, “Why don’t you just put food in front of them? This is dinner. Eat it or don’t.” Ugh. I have found a great tactic is to just throw a lot of options at them. You never know what they might like. My…
Yeah... grandpa was a factory worker with a family of five in the sixties. One salary. He had a Piper J3 Cub. Try that one today... it’s ridiculous how much a new plane costs. It’s why I fly something from the Carter administration. Happily.
As someone who enjoys expensive hobbies, I looked into buying a plane one time.
Snacks.
The first clue was that he drove a Dodge Challenger.