Arrogant people think they’re great.

I hear you.  I’ve decided that there is really only one important rule to driving: get where you’re going safely and without imperiling other drivers.  If you do that, you’ve “won.”

Isn’t there a yield sign somewhere? If not, only one way to find out: next time, don’t brake, let them ram you, and see who the cops give a ticket to.

You do realize that any and all attempts to convince people to use reason when driving are a total waste of time?

“git merge -Xignore-space-change”

So what about “aluminium” foil then?

...about 33 degrees of separation..

The two planets situated on either side of Earth—Mars and Venus—are poised to drift within a relatively close distance of each other,

And act like you’re not in seventh grade anymore.

Certificate of Naturalization is also proof of citizenship for this who are, well, naturalized citizens.

And I get to post my favorite Dirty Harry quote twice in one day:

“Having to wade through the scum of this city, being swept away by bigger and bigger waves of corruption, apathy and red tape. Nah, that doesn’t bother me. But you know what does bother me?...You know what makes me really sick to my stomach?....Is watching you stuff your face with those hot dogs. Nobody, I mean NOBODY…

Now I remember why I don’t remember anything about 90's pop culture.

How to stop looking at your ex’s social media:

Good idea. Just make sure you put the “no equipment ground” sticker on all the downstream outlets as well.

As a host, I certainly wouldn’t expect a guest to bring any of these things, with the exception of one thing: A PHONE CHARGER. Bring your own D*MN PHONE CHARGER!

Yep. None of this is rocket science and should be easily figurable outable by any reasonably competent adult, provided they really want to do it.

Hope everybody’s enjoying this temporary “hooray! back to normal” lull, because in six months we’re all going to be locked up in our houses and wearing masks everywhere again.

Or, they’re just lazy and inconsiderate bastards.

Fun mayo story (mayo haters should skip). A radio station in Philly used to have a wing eating contest the day before the Super Bowl. In addition to the “pros” who were invited, your average Joe Schmoe could qualify by going down to the station and performing some suitable gustatory stunt on the air. My favorite stunt…