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surprisingly, not everything on the internet is 100% correct
even being posted here isn't a guarantee
life is harsh without certainties
Whats rustling your jimmies?
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even being posted here isn't a guarantee
life is harsh without certainties
Hoss
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I can't open the gif thread or the backsides thread when my wife is watching netflix without stopping the netflix and causing it to buffer. It doesn't rustle my jimmies all that much and I almost put this in the first world thread. Then I realized if I had first world internet access, this might not be a problem. It probably rustles her jimmies because I just told her what was causing the buffering.
Hoss
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A real jimmy rustle this time. Steel core ammo. Jesus tittyfucking christ, just ban this shit already because I'm tired of unintentionally buying it. I specifically asked before I bought it and the Fucking fucks at the gun show looked it up online and said it was not steel core. Got it home where I could test it with a magnet, and it was. I can't fucking shoot steel core ammo at my favorite range. I found out on my last range trip that the majority of my 7.62x51 ammo was inadvertently steel core, so it's fucking useless, and now I bought another 200 fucking rounds of useless shit.
opiate82
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So whenever presents are involved I rip that shit open like a man. My wife on the other-hand deconstructs the wrapping job step-by-step, saves any sort of present-bag, and neatly folds up any decorative tissue paper for what she claims is reuse. Why she is bothering to save that shit for reuse is beyond me but that isn't my issue with this whole process. My issue is that whenever we need to buy a gift for something, it always requires an additional stop at Target to buy wrapping paper, gift bags, and more fucking colored tissue paper.
My question is, where in the fuck is all this gift wrapping shit that she takes so much effort to preserve and save actually going? One day I swear I'm going to find a secret addition on my house that has a room full of nothing but second hand gift wrapping materials that I guess are being preserved for posterity's sake, because she obviously has no intentions of actually reusing it like she claims when she so meticulously unwraps every present.
My question is, where in the fuck is all this gift wrapping shit that she takes so much effort to preserve and save actually going? One day I swear I'm going to find a secret addition on my house that has a room full of nothing but second hand gift wrapping materials that I guess are being preserved for posterity's sake, because she obviously has no intentions of actually reusing it like she claims when she so meticulously unwraps every present.
cats i hear a thump thump on the ac unit around 2 am . it is hot sticky and castle doctrine trying to jack my AC when i am home would be some crackhead's last bad decision i go outside and two of our cats had jumped off the roof onto it wtf cats stay inside where it is cool
check the trunk of her car you will find it all crammed in there i bet women put weird shit in the trunk for some reason
Gavinmad
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I carefully unwrap my presents one fold or piece of tape at a time and then shred/crumple the paper afterwards.
So last night some high school girl starts texting me. I tell her she has the wrong number and that I'm 33, she keeps texting, calling, trying to get me to answer without explaining why. She finally gives up around 1am. Then at like 730 this morning she calls again, and in the time it takes me to get over to my phone, fumble with it, quickly hang up after accidentally dialing her number, and get her blocked, she manages to send 15 texts.
I might put up with some of this shit for a little while if she was 17.
So last night some high school girl starts texting me. I tell her she has the wrong number and that I'm 33, she keeps texting, calling, trying to get me to answer without explaining why. She finally gives up around 1am. Then at like 730 this morning she calls again, and in the time it takes me to get over to my phone, fumble with it, quickly hang up after accidentally dialing her number, and get her blocked, she manages to send 15 texts.
I might put up with some of this shit for a little while if she was 17.
Gavinmad
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Age of consent in Illinois is 17 (I googled it) AND it would still be child porn. You know it's kinda funny, I've googled age of consent for various states for talking about shit like the case with Jared and his 17 year old hooker in NY, or arguing with Gaige about how he was a fucking freak, but this is the first time I actually googled it for my own state.
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Palum
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One of the clubs near me has a serious problem with piggy-backing because the two-three normal super elderly 'card checkers' just let 30 people by as they slowly gaze at one person's card. At the checkout I've hard the "Ma'am you have to be a member to make purchases here" talk many times.
cabbitcabbit
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One good case of real food poisoning caused me to smash that average about a year ago. I puked more in three days than any 50 people have in their lifetime combined. Days of puking and shitting endlessly. It was so bad I have a phobia now about other people handling my food. I cant even make myself eat day old leftovers.
Food poisoning rustles my jimmies.
cabbitcabbit
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Outside of drinking too much; I think I've puked at least one every two years since I can remember. Either because of something I ate or a bug. A lot of the times it was because I was forcing myself to just to feel better. 4 decades just seems insane. Kudos I guess.
I ate a jerked chicken sandwich from a street vendor in Atlanta a couple years ago that had me death gripping the toilet for at least 48 hours.
I ate a jerked chicken sandwich from a street vendor in Atlanta a couple years ago that had me death gripping the toilet for at least 48 hours.