I’m suing my sister right now because her low life boyfriend talked her into short changing us. Then my mom died so I’m getting double. Yeah. Family troubles indeed.
I’m suing my sister right now because her low life boyfriend talked her into short changing us. Then my mom died so I’m getting double. Yeah. Family troubles indeed.
Love you! I’m all about dumpster diving, finding free shit, etc.
Coworker of mine used to go out with her husband, crack of dawn, twice a week. They’d pick of trash before the garbage truck arrived, have a garage sale every Saturday. Give away what ever didn’t go.
LMFAO, they would make $300-$400 every weekend! “Yeah, we pick up our neighbor’s trash and sell it back to them.”
In the 90s I had a paper route. Used to pick up vacuum cleaners on the curb. Cleaned with a new belt and bag? Done. I couldn’t keep any in stock. Nice beer money!
Another friend of mine picks up free washers and dryers. The parts are mostly the same and the shit’s free. He’d make $500-$800 a week flipping 'em on Marketplace. And this guy was already clocking $100K at his day job!
You are actively destroying your immune system. Now that’s irony!
Fine. I won’t be that boy again.
Absolutely. Even for suicide given a year or two. Unlike healthcare, life insurance pays on the nose. They only have 1 chance to get it right before customers run away.
“Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent”
~ Asimov
And here we are, nailed to the fucking wall. I’m fine with expanding this “incompetence”.
OP didn’t say he littered. But of course we always assume the worst around here.
Yeah! Fuck you OP!
Keep up the good fight! I’ve got several miles of trail cleaned behind my hood, one more major path to go!
Maybe you do this, if not, take a plastic retail bag, fold it over twice, while pressing the air out, roll it up tight and rubber band it. I always have 2-4 highly compact bags.
Something funny I noticed at my last two jobs. The people who had their financial act together always brought their lunch. The broke people, like me, almost always ate out. Go figure.
When ever I hear how expensive it is to cook I know I’m dealing with a young person who’s clueless. Have parents not been teaching their kids to cook?!
Reminds me of visiting my niece and her husband for dinner. They never cooked but made a nice meal that night. But they said it just wasn’t economical when they totaled the price vs. portions. They did the math and proudly claimed it was cheaper to eat out. My wife and I were stunned.
Well, duh? Now you have leftover ingredients. Add to those and plan another meal. FFS, they had to buy salt and figured that into the total meal price. They literally started with nothing. Yes, it’s expensive to spin up a fridge and pantry, but once you’re rolling it’s cheap to eat.
The ingredients spoil?! Either you don’t have a fridge or don’t have a clue how to cook. Or maybe turn your fridge temp down?
Lunch meat lasts a month, easy. Cheese? Multiple months. Bread? Depends. 1-day to 2-weeks, forever if frozen.
I get ham slices every trip. Any idea how many things you can do with those?! Fry them for eggs benedict, with melted cheese on a bagel, chop into an omelette, ham and cheese melt, part of a charcuterie board, 20 different kinds of sandwiches, and more.
All of that only talking about one of the ingredients you have bought. Learn to cook or pay someone a premium to do it for you. That’s how it works.
In some ways I feel sorry for them and in other ways I’m envious. Envious because of the mind blowing amount of content, but mostly feeling sorry for them missing out on huge, cultural, shared experiences.
We used to, basically, be on the same page. Now anyone can read from any page they like. BTW, got any unpasteurized milk?
I’ve got a 4D Mag but just can’t justify the expense of the conversion kit. Got one for an old gf’s light and they are DOPE! But for the $70 price tag I can get a couple of super nice handhelds that weigh nothing.
My parents were ahead of the over-protection curve on this one. Me and one other kid had to sit in the library when DARE was going on. They thought the class would make me want to do drugs.
Did shitloads of drugs anyway, but still, they were right in principle.
There are only two reasons any post-pubescent human isn’t having sex:
They can’t find anyone to fuck them.
They’re legitimately asexual. (A rare thing. And no lemmy, just because you’re not getting laid doesn’t make you “asexual”.)
Abortion as birth control is a lie they’ve been harping on for decades. No one does that. No one says, “Aw crap! Preggers again, off to the abortionplex!”
I’ve impregnated two women that had abortions. I won’t go into the details, but we talked about it, decided to do it, and they were both emotionally crushed. The second woman lost her ability to ever have children from the procedure.
Abortion is not a thing to be taken lightly, and no one does.
And thanks for sticking your neck out and asking around here. Surprised you weren’t excoriated.
What a strange way to announce to the world that you’re so pathetic a hooman female won’t even throw you a pity fuck.
Had several indoor/outdoor cats though the decades and only one was a hunter that would actually kill. The other 4 were utterly harmless to wildlife. Not Ozzy.
Picked him up too young to take home, but a customer of mine had 6 litters one Sunday morning. You can imagine how overrun and diseased that area was. But damn. He fit in my palm, was black and blue and white, and had no future. And we’d been talking about getting a cat.
Long story short, took him to the vet; Hookworms, roundworms, tapeworms, fleas, black with ear mites, and feline leukemia. My vet gently suggested I put him down. She gave a 1-in-5 chance of surviving the cancer, probably die 6-months later anyway.
“Got him for my girlfriend, we have to talk about this first.” She respected that.
Jenny and I went in our bedroom and had a sit down. Well shit, the animal was so weak he could barely move. We decided to kill him. (I will not apply euphemisms.) And we cried. A lot.
Came out to see what the noise was. We was chasing a moth around the lamp! First we had ever seen him move. “OK buddy, you got your chance.”
Ozzy cleared the mice out of the walls a week after he got strong. Started eating the whole animal, later got picky and left heads and tails laying around. No more mice? He hunted the industrial area beyond our yard. Don’t know what he found out there, but he barely touched his cat food.
He died in the street, as outdoor cats often do, but he got a second lease on life and Ozzy burned that candle so very bright.