Sure, looters aren’t asking me to lie about how it looks on them, nor scan and check them out and print a gift receipt, and I don’t have to wrest off the shoplifting clamp-tag, they’ll take care of it at home. Other shoppers see a crowd and think we’re incredibly popular so they come in and buy whatever is left. … Profit!

Yeah the black one

The Amex Black Card is the one I was starting to refer to, I got interrupted and decided to hit the button rather than elucidate further. Sorry. You can look up the requirements and benefits, it wouldn’t be good for me but for someone who travels a lot and throws big expensive parties it might. Or if they’re basically a corporation

The small retailer I worked for didn’t take Discover. We took Amex though, because it was high-end and wealthy people love their Amex.

Editing to clarify, had to dash off before: wealthy people love their extra-thick Amex Black Card made of titanium or whatever, that we used to have to type in by hand because it would damage the old slide readers. So as long as we were taking those we took regular Amex cards too.

Well they don’t wanna be carrying any extra weight! It’s peeoop, little motherfuckers drink a lot after all. Adorable bastards are more likely to strafe you than perch on you. Beautiful shot.

Wider sidewalks would solve the clogging problem and allow runners to pass

Why are you bicycling on the sidewalk?

Cars kill bicyclists, pedestrians don’t.

Let people connect with each other.

Which would not include all having earphones and no spatial awareness to step aside.

Well yes you are 💯 correct.

Tbh, I was attempting low humor bc he’s being compared to the top which is more cockeyed but not as twisted as him. And then with the “Bubba” email, he’s not just on the bottom he is a bottom.

God what’s with the weird eye positions on the picture of the bottom?

Gosh, I’m so sorry this is happening to you. Yes you should do what the others have said about getting someone trustworthy in charge of your legal affairs while you’re still able to sign them over.

Yeah, might be a good idea to get on the Don’t Sell list. Otherwise a person in your situation might give in to the urge to commit Dumpicide and either use their diagnosis as a defense or be shot by the Secret Service and spared the long decline.

I wouldn’t mind. Got tartar sauce?

It’s a grocery store, I’d rather be able to smell tomatoes and strawberries and rotisserie chicken and bread

Be patient, this too will pass. Those hours last aeons but the years fly by.

Know that for every person sniffing with disapproval at your kids’ worst behavior there’s three thinking, “Oh yeah, I remember how hard that is” or “I’m so glad that’s not me today!”

Rocks guardin’ the rock garden

Pig in clover?

I live in LA and just checked my TV after reading your post. Colbert, Kimmel and Fallon are all playing as usual (it’s 11:45 here). But they’re all reruns from earlier this month. That’s probably normal on a Friday, just like The Daily Show doesn’t even run on Fridays. The networks have hope for you having a social life on Fridays.

So, maybe your local stations did do a blackout, but you’re not missing out on Trump blowing Mamdani. Maybe SNL tomorrow would be good for that.

Yes, and if you GENTLY press on your eyelids you can make other colors happen.

Also if you stare at a clear sky, NOT AT THE SUN, or at a bluish wall, you may see little swirly things, it’s the white blood cells in your retinas swimming around.

(Blue field entoptic phenomenon - Wikipedia https://share.google/MveakONY2KB3QXUUh)

Mythical or not, how creatures or people are portrayed in media often has very little to do with how they actually are. Or especially how one acts towards an individual, such as you. As long as it’s not leading you into doing something dangerous, or withdrawing from reality, your version/interpretation is just as valid as the stories someone else dreamed up.

You probably type too fast for the old typewriters and don’t hit hard enough, but you’d adapt. And don’t forget the carriage return!

Happy fuzzy girl! Also barn cat

I heard the term “sixpenny nails” the other day (The Rifleman’s son Mark was shopping to fix his chicken coop) so my inquiring mind was already primed to go look it up. Just needed that little nudge from you. Now we both know!