No, the factoid is that there’s enough nicotine in a single cigarette to kill you, if all of that nicotine got past your blood-brain barrier at once. Since that’s more or less an impossibility, don’t worry about eating one.

They don’t care if the hook eventually turns back on them. They’ve spent the best years of their lives getting their rocks off by making you waste the best years of your life.

Oh goddamnit. I was listening to the radio with my partner while driving and heard a song that I thought was good, and it was this one. Does that mean I’m infected now?

feels is superior

FTFY. ;)

Everything that is unnecessarily loud is included.

By turning it into an encapsulated form using bubbles, apparently. Good for what ails ya.

I get the point of the comic, and partially agree with it, but asking someone about themselves is so many different directions rolled into a ball of vectors that gets pressed out on a piece of paper and you’re expecting to one, get something coherent, and two, understand it… which is insane.

Let people talk about things however they get started, then roll onward from there.

Don’t they have tunnels from france to england? Surely maintenance fellers walk those tunnels, so there would be a way.

edit: ah, found the part in the article talking about that.

Only if you get them quick chatting.

The blood/urine/breath samples come AFTER the arrest. At least where I live, blood needs a warrant, which they aren’t getting without enough ‘evidence’ to convince a judge. Hence the roadside sobriety tests. They can take a breath sample because the law requires that you give one if you have a driver’s license (it’s part of all the legal paperwork you sign when you get one), but you can’t really force someone to give a breath sample because it’s not a simple thing.

The breathalyzer and blood are definitive tests, but they aren’t needed for the arrest or the conviction. A cop that I know said the best cases were the ones where he stood a driver in front of his car’s camera for about five seconds and you can see them visibly fall over or stumble while just trying to stand there. Criminal cases are always about convincing a jury, and that means that ‘evidence’ like a car swerving on the highway, the smell of alcoholic beverages, the field sobriety tests, the general appearance or manner of the driver, the statements made, etc., all matter.

https://invidious.nerdvpn.de/watch?v=uqo5RYOp4nQ

They explain it better than I can.

The cop will have one more piece of evidence to arrest you on. No dwi is made solely on you failing a single test, the judge would laugh their ass off for that. But when you tell one, “he was swerving across multiple lanes, smelled of alcoholic beverages, couldn’t say the alphabet starting at e and ending at t, had XXX nystagmus (there’s like three types they check for), did PZY clues on the walk and turn test, and admitted he had been at the bar an ‘hour or so ago,’” they suddenly have a very different conception of what failing to remember the alphabet means.

Remember, don’t answer any questions on a traffic stop, kiddos. It’s always shut the fuck up friday. ALSO, fuck people who drive drunk, but mostly don’t give cops the time of day if they ask, much less any other info.

What about cute animal killers?

Those have always been a weird thing to me. Like, yeah, I definitely enjoy simulating the fantasy life, but there’s something to the being life or death, and being stuck in it, that makes those actually work. If it wasn’t a forced thing, they’d just be generic and boring. The recent one, shangri-la frontier, kind of fails to engage me (I mean to say, I enjoy it, but verisimilitude is broken) simply because it’s so forward about the main character(s) having plot armor, and it partly has to be so forward about it because the characters aren’t stuck in the world, so there’s no explaining away things like sword art online did by having all the characters be ‘equal’ in terms of time played.

I don’t know. I may not have liked all of the stuff he did, but the larry the cable guy bit had some good ones, and foxworthy’s bit about drug side effects was well done.

Unabashedly one of my favorite songs.

I never worked retail (well, once, but it was a very simple one where people could see for themselves all of our inventory and I was a glorified pointer), but did several stints in customer service jobs and several years in social work. I for sure can remember that the person working the job has likely been on their feet for hours, is earning a pittance, and likely has concerns about life that are valid and pressing. BUT! I don’t think it’s even the job that matters for the reaction we want in the last panel. I know several cunts who worked retail and still feel entitled enough to scream at a teenager stammering out the store’s policy.

The real difference is in the folks who had to keep their job or they and/or their family were fucked. When some dumbass complaining about you can get you fired, and all because you wouldn’t search the back for an item that’s not in the inventory or wouldn’t give them their ‘special person who’s a dweebus’ discount… that’s when you see people later in life have empathy, or even just do the bare minimum of introspection and realize that’s another person you’re talking to, not a robot that you have to scream at for it to work.

To me, that’s the real difference between the middle class and the working class. The middle class took that job at the local department store so they could get some spending money in their pocket once the parents stopped giving an allowance. They could curse out a customer, coolly stare the manager in the face and tell them they ain’t working X holiday, and drive back home to fill out an application for somewhere more poshy this time, so they don’t have to deal with all those smelly commons.

whoosh.

Is ram really failing? I see those shitty trucks spewing black smog everywhere around here.

If you’re going to be firing while reloading, you aren’t going to hit much. Practicing your reload can get it to a speed where the time of the loss of your ability to fire is almost indistinguishable from the time it takes you to get your gun accurately back on target after a shot.