Patrick shoots for the double entendre - IT'S A TRIPLE! THE CROWD GOES WILD!You have no idea.
No, really. You might think you have an idea, but you don't know just how deep that hole really goes.
--Patrick
Patrick shoots for the double entendre - IT'S A TRIPLE! THE CROWD GOES WILD!You have no idea.
No, really. You might think you have an idea, but you don't know just how deep that hole really goes.
--Patrick
I do...slash was mostly the reason why my second marriage fizzled out.You have no idea.
No, really. You might think you have an idea, but you don't know just how deep that hole really goes.
--Patrick
Goddamnit Slash.I do...slash was mostly the reason why my second marriage fizzled out.
I'd like to take a moment to mention what my wife likes to mod when she's not busy doing Minecraft.You might think you have an idea, but you don't know just how deep that hole really goes.
No longer content with simply reactionary shitty costumer service, Citibank launches an aggressive campaign to remind you how much they don't care about you.Citibank called me, put me on hold immediately, then hung up on me after 60 seconds.
Now you need to translate Better Nate Than Lever into Chinese.Dear translation client,
This is not a translation issue, but I feel compelled to inform you of this anyway: When you put a 648 word story on a single Powerpoint slide, which already has illustrations and graphics on it, thus forcing the font size to be no bigger than 9... you are doing it wrong.
My eyes are bleeding in sympathy.Dear translation client,
This is not a translation issue, but I feel compelled to inform you of this anyway: When you put a 648 word story on a single Powerpoint slide, which already has illustrations and graphics on it, thus forcing the font size to be no bigger than 9... you are doing it wrong.
People go to Denny's for breakfast? I've only ever gone there at midnight for late dinner or coffee with whomever I'm with.We're officially getting a Denny's in the valley and everyone is losing their minds. I don't get it...
I mean, there is no night life here to even necessitate a 24 hour food joint - maybe the college kids I guess? But, we already have multiple breakfast places. Seems unnecessary.
I mean, maybe? We've never had one so I don't know what people go there for. Everyone's posts, though, talk about 'Yay, breakfast at 3 AM!' so I'm only assuming things here.People go to Denny's for breakfast? I've only ever gone there at midnight for late dinner or coffee with whomever I'm with.
Depending on where you live in the US, Denny's (or Village Inn) is where you go to get food/coffee at 2 AM after a night of hard partying/drinking/smoking the chronic. So much of my late teen/early 20s nights were spent in such places. The food is ok, nothing to write home about, it's just... something that works out in those situations.We're officially getting a Denny's in the valley and everyone is losing their minds. I don't get it...
I mean, there is no night life here to even necessitate a 24 hour food joint - maybe the college kids I guess? But, we already have multiple breakfast places. Seems unnecessary.
No no, I get it, it just seems silly. This is Utah. There is ONE bar in this valley. And one liquor store - so partying/drinking/smoking is pretty scare here.Depending on where you live in the US, Denny's (or Village Inn) is where you go to get food/coffee at 2 AM after a night of hard partying/drinking/smoking the chronic. So much of my late teen/early 20s nights were spent in such places. The food is ok, nothing to write home about, it's just... something that works out in those situations.
Hah, there was a bar like that in the 'Springs. Called the Sufferin' Bastard. When I went back to visit the folks years later, I made it a point to stop by there to have a beer and see what it was like. Turns out it was a biker bar with friendly employees, cheap drink specials, and live rock music that was WAY TOO LOUD. Couldn't even carry on a conversation. I googled it again just now, and am sad to see that it closed.No no, I get it, it just seems silly. This is Utah. There is ONE bar in this valley. And one liquor store - so partying/drinking/smoking is pretty scare here.
Which, we already have a Village Inn, I wonder if that's where the Denny's is going to set up shop? Convert the old into the new. Or if they're going into a new location?
EDIT: I take that back - there's two bars. I forgot the creepy back alley bar that I've never actually seen anyone at. I'm not even sure it has a name. Anyway. It doesn't matter. I ramble.
Well, really, it was more of a high school thing for me than college, TBH.Well, we went to Denny's when we were bored, I really didn't do party/drinking culture in college. I was a pretty boring person in THAT respect. It was more "Hey guys, we just played EQ until 2am, WHO WANTS PANCAKES?!"
Yes, I have heard enough about your teenage years already to believe that.Well, really, it was more of a high school thing for me than college, TBH.
Biker Bars in super conservative areas tend to be oasis's in the desert for eccentric people, which is why they tend to be friendly as hell. They know why you are there. It's the same reason THEY are there.Hah, there was a bar like that in the 'Springs. Called the Sufferin' Bastard. When I went back to visit the folks years later, I made it a point to stop by there to have a beer and see what it was like. Turns out it was a biker bar with friendly employees, cheap drink specials, and live rock music that was WAY TOO LOUD. Couldn't even carry on a conversation. I googled it again just now, and am sad to see that it closed.
As for college, I don't think there even WAS a Denny's or VI in Socorro when I went to NMT. There was one non-chain diner that was open into the wee hours, but... uh... well, any night I'd been partying I was usually in no condition to go out to eat, unless Campus Security had the munchies on their way back to carrying me back to my dorm room.Yes, I have heard enough about your teenage years already to believe that.
SO MUCH THISThanks to the evil genius of Sean Parker, most of us were in college in the heyday of Napster and spent many a night using the university's communal Ethernet to pillage our friends' music libraries at breakneck speeds. With mouths agape at having downloaded the entire OAR album in under five seconds, we built our music libraries faster than any other dorm-dwelling generation in history.
We were the first to experience the beauty of sharing and downloading mass amounts of music faster than you can say, "Third Eye Blind," which made the adoption of MP3 players and music streaming apps perfectly natural. Yet, we still distinctly remember buying cassette singles, joining those scam-tastic CD clubs and recording songs onto tapes from the radio. The very nature of buying and listening to music changed completely within the first 20 years of our lives.
Also this.When we get together with our fellow Oregon Trail Generation friends, we frequently discuss how insanely glad we are that we escaped the middle school, high school and college years before social media took over and made an already challenging life stage exponentially more hellish.
Sometimes I feel like you are determined to one up yourself until you finally find something that shocks me.As for college, I don't think there even WAS a Denny's or VI in Socorro when I went to NMT. There was one non-chain diner that was open into the wee hours, but... uh... well, any night I'd been partying I was usually in no condition to go out to eat, unless Campus Security had the munchies on their way back to carrying me back to my dorm room.
I'm pretty sure that I'm never going to tell you something that shocks you. Not that there isn't something there that would do the trick, but there's only so much I'm willing to share with someone on the internet.Sometimes I feel like you are determined to one up yourself until you finally find something that shocks me.
What's the alternative, other than luring said redhead to your chaotic cave of confusion plus cat?there's only so much I'm willing to share with someone on the internet.
... just not sharing the information in question, I guess.What's the alternative, other than luring said redhead to your chaotic cave of confusion plus cat?
--Patrick
No, Tyson was the actual denizen of the original den of cat ass and murdered time.Your real name is Tyson? You don't seem like a Tyson.