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Debating whether to sell my motorcycle or not. Once upon a time, it was my primary means of transportation. But I don't ride it much anymore. Mostly because the Houston suburban roads I commute on are filled with inattentive moms driving 10 passenger SUVs for their 1-2 kids. And because it's just freaking hot here in the summer. If you're moving, that's fine, but you spend a great deal of time at stop lights. I don't want to sell it. It's paid for and not worth much. And if you've ever ridden a motorcycle you know that feeling is indescribable and it never gets old.
 

GasBandit

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The default expiration date for media put into our broadcast automation systems is December 31st, 2099.

It suddenly struck me, as I put in a commercial for Boar's Head swiss cheese.

"Our computers assume, unless I override the default, that people will be listening to this commercial years after I am dead."
 
How do you do? I see you've met my faithful handyman. He's just a little brought down because when you knocked he thought you were the candyman.
 
C-c-c-c-COMBO BREAKER!

And now combo fixer- I'M NOT -much of a man by the LIIIIIIIIIGHT of day, but by night I'm one HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL of a LOVE-EEEEEEEEEEER!
 
It's pretty obvious, Bumble. These are sweet transvestites from transssssexual Transyl-vani-uh.

And now that you know that...why don't you come up to the lab and see what's on the slab?
 
Conversations in my house:

Go upstairs to find the daughter in law. She's in the bathroom. Motor noises are coming from the other side of the door.
Me: "Are you shaving your no-no place?" (Jokingly. I assumed she was doing her legs)
Her: "Uh...yes?" (quavering, embarrassed voice)
Me: "Awkward. I'm making grilled cheese and bacon sandwiches. Want one?"
Her: "Uh..yes?" (in a "OMG, why are we still talking?" voice)

:D
 
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