I don’t like your username, but I like your message.

I wonder what you would call it if they were in a blue phone box.

I tore mine around age fifteen. I was kneeling in a garden helping a senior lady garden. Felt a weird pop when standing up. Didn’t even realize anything was particularly wrong until my knee stopped supporting me later in the day.

36 now. I don’t remember my exact age at the time, but at approximately eighteen I dislocated my shoulder turning over in bed.

Hello, fellow old nerd.

I eat my peas with honey, I’ve done it all my life. It makes them taste quite funny, but it keeps them on my knife.

So far, the feeling is mutual.

If Harbor Freight weren’t explicitly referened, I would have expected this to end in “shop smart, shop S-Mart.”

Or “sorry for the inconvenience.”

edit: apparently I misremembered the quote. It’s “we apologize for the inconvenience.”

I’m pretty sure this is the intended use case for them, though.

Thanks for following up!

For anyone reading this thread in the future, the original comment said “culture” rather than “vulture.” I wasn’t being random or nonsensical. Not in this case, anyway.

I don’t disagree that it’s clever and I like the message of the quote, but mostly I think that when I was younger I thought it was deeper than I do now.

I’ve never been a one man show, but I definitely miss the days of freedom and relative lack of consequence. While most of my jobs over the last decade or so have been fairly engaging, I think my current job is the first one that really pushes me on a regular basis.

I’m grateful for the opportunity to learn, but also it can be hard to relax.

Him getting distracted before completing the task is pretty hilarious.

Sounds like an improvement to me.

I would like you to know that your comment greatly amused me. Thank you for making it.

When I was young, I read a quote: “war doesn’t determine who’s right. It determines who’s left.”

At the time, I thought it quite clever and deep.

Yesterday, my dog woke me up at 6am absolutely DESPERATE to go outside. When I let him out, he just laid down in the grass. It was sunny and what most people would consider beautiful out.

I made him come back in so I could go back to bed and he promptly pooped in the living room.

This is also the attitude taken by Ross Scott.

Does this typo make trying the meat cultural appropriation?