Please, just take all the mayo packets you want and leave with your machetes sir.
I hope they don’t get many customers who look that methed up.
I’m pretty sure Methed-up Sasquatch gets their scratch-offs at Celina 52.
Well Mike, I’m sick and tired of having to pick a lock every time I want some damn ketchup.
The one complaining about the cost of a cost of gum in the 1980s, when 50 years prior it was the Great Depression, is especially illustrative of how ridiculous this sentiment is.
ETA: Or that people were less stressed during WW II.
Nothing like a bit of light bombing to take ones mind off the stuff that keeps one awake at night.
The first Saturday of each month at noon (EST, but no one’s told the machine about daylight savings, so it’s at 1 during EDT), the local air raid alarm/siren is tested.
I was listening to it with especial interest today, having just thought about it a couple days ago, and realized it had been a long time since I heard it. It was especially inneresting today b/c how much and how often the sound altered. It would be quite loud, then rather thin and kinda wispy; sometimes it was clear, other times it sounded a little distorted. Sometimes I could hear little harmonic bits - higher and/or lower notes. I don’t know if the speaker(s) is a rotator; it might be - but the changes away from loud and clear and back again are never equally, evenly timed. It’s random. {ETA:}
Weird.
Okay, fine, air raid sirens were better in the old days:
I might’ve been 100% on most members of marginalized groups laughing at this idea. However, TFG made a lot of us reconsider throughout his term.
A fucking Hemi air raid siren. Well, that’s thing #1 I’ve learned today!
I especially like the detail how it had to be started by hand by an operator.