

I just crank my hog.


I just crank my hog.


I’m a tradesman and get paid in $100 all the time. A guy from the city gave me $100 for a job. My wife, who is a treasurer for Girl Guides, traded her cookie money of $10’s and $20"s for my $100 and deposited it in the bank. Now the FBI can prove that my customer has an unhealthy cookie addiction.


Doesn’t work very well if you buy something directly from someone. Or if your cash is given out as change. Seems like it would make a wildly inaccurate profile.
Do the dishes you lazy fuck.
Tailors shears.
A dickhead.


This event teaches us the power of our purchases. If you want big businesses to not be evil, stop giving them money. Imagine what a general strike would accomplish if these guys couldn’t stand losing advertising revenue for a week.


In Latin that’s Deus Ex Machina.
A meter is a Baker’s yard. 3 free inches!
It’s funny how the biggest argument for metric is that it’s so accurate but in real life use it degrades to “close enough”. My main problem with metric is that I can’t get my pencil that sharp.
If only they made a meter equal a yard. Then we could all be bilingual.


How’d the miss Lute Skywalker?
I’ve just had experiences with Ai help chats where when I started typing the Ai would try to finish my sentence and would jump the cursor around making it absolutely unusable. I had to type in note pad and copy it into the chat. Staggeringly useless. So if this ‘mind reading’ Ai is like that I don’t predict good results.
Also, fuck you quickbooks.


It’s happening to governments too, but they call it austerity.


I thought it was something about anarchy and couldn’t recognize the guy.
If you make lunch long enough you’ll need to take a lunch break.


I’d call them crown staples. Putting vise grips on the end to keep it straight and tapping it with a hammer can work sometimes to get it through the other side. Pulling it straight through this side will probably damage the wood. Probably pest to just cut them flush and move on.
See what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass? Math happens.
Anywhere else and it’s just sparkling cheese.