Year 3: From your home office, you spearhead multiple high level projects which triple the billable hours of your department. You are not in the office enough to lick the asshole of your manager so Bob the intern gets the promotion. Bob will be paid entry level salary and really knows how to get the tongue deep in that brown hole.

Year 4: Enough is enough. You quit that stupid job and secure a job with a company that values performance based promotions and raises. No one knows anything about your projects and when you leave they whither on the vine.

Year 5: You run into Bob at the pub. He says management converted the office to AI and everyone got fired.

Year 6: You chuckle when you drive by that company you used to work for and find the building is now for lease and the company is in bankruptcy.

In the event of an apocalypse basically nothing that you can charge is going to be of any use other than flashlights.

My house is quite rural and I have a water well with a battery backup for the pump and UV filter. The battery lasts for about 5-6 days depending on use. I can charge the battery from the grid or with solar.

If the cities get nuked, my well system will still function.

Yeah. That’s it. It kind of works though if you look at it sideways.

Box didn’t deserve it.

Grandpappy always said, if a lady doesn’t appreciate a good wafflestomp, then she isn’t worth keeping.

He also insisted Jesus told him aspirin and bacon fat enemas were the cure for cancer, so take his advice at your own peril.

In death, people only earn the respect they deserved in life.

The ladybugs were the warts on his asshole.

The more you know,…

I’m under the impression the USA is pretty much fucked. But there is a chance the winds might change on this alone.

Of course the people need to want change as well. I think the apathy is too high for that to happen.

I’m pretty sure she won’t like you shitting in the yard with the dogs.

You do know they make big dick toilets, right? Lots of room for dangle.

After moving into my own house as a teen, I always sit at home. I’m the dude who has to clean the washroom.

At a public place with a urinal, I’ll stand. I always feel weird sitting on it.

100% that old people should have to take more frequent driver assessment tests. Maybe one at 65 years old. One at 69, one at 73, then every year or two after. You could probably create a simple driving simulator that tests sign reading ability and reaction times.

I’ve known some older people in their mid 80s with perfectly fine reactive times and mental ability, but I’ve also known some in their mid 60s who probably should have surrendered their license when they hit 60.

Getting drunk to ignore your misery isn’t going to improve things.

The oil is so he can fuck his gun, right?

Americans allowing almost everyone handgun ownership is the stupidest thing ever.

I don’t trust 3/4 of the population with a car let alone a handgun.

Ladybug, ladybug,

Fly away home,

Your house is on fire

And your children all gone;

When is alcohol not a luxury? You don’t need it to live.

In fact, I’d argue a society devoid of alcohol (with no knowledge of it) would probably be safer and happier.

Did we say you could speak? Your answer will be “No mistress”.

He died, but how are the ladybugs doing? Have they been saved? They should clip them off and Steven Miller can chew on them for power when there aren’t any minority children to suffer.

What I love most about Graham dying is Trump is already feeling the cold breath of death on the back of his neck. With the Mitch the Turtle retreating into his shell, and now a younger Graham dropping dead, Trump will definitely be feeling his days are numbered.