An interesting case (from a book which I unfortunately can’t remember the name of) from when Jack Benny’s career transitioned from radio to tv: he hated the laugh track, so much so that he demanded it be cut way back and lowered in volume. He also utilized it in an unexpected way: when he had a live audience in certain cases, if a joke or gag got an unexpected big laugh that he didn’t think deserved the reaction, he’d fill in a laugh track with a more muted response.
You’re saying a cis teen painted this chapel? Woke agenda!
There was a period in the 90s where either Wednesdays or Thursdays you could get a hamburger for .29¢ and a cheeseburger for .39¢ which is about all they’re worth.
Eyedrops are ungodly expensive. If you can wait a day or two, Amazon will usually ship a two pack for less than a single one from Walgreens or CVS. No one can justify $19 for a single goddamn bottle of eyedrops.
He can walk that back, precedent schmecedent
I love a floor pill. “So, we going up or we going down?”
I miss the OG Prey. That gravity was fun.
The kicker for me was that they are bought, but seldom read. Nobody is going to read about killing a puppy, but we all know it’s in there, so it’s put on a shelf as a statement (much as the book itself is more of a shoddily-written ghostwritten statement than anything else — perhaps “I can read”).
What did you call them? We said “aqua socks” but I’ve heard other catch-all terms.
And he doesn’t even drink. Which calls to mind Hunter S. Thompson:
“It was Bogart who said, ‘You can’t trust a man who doesn’t drink.’ And it was Raoul Duke who said, ‘I’d never buy a used car from Nixon unless he was drunk.’”
Sadly, this isn’t unusual. Sidenote: the movie The Day Shall Come is an excellent dark comedy based on this type of operation.
Looking at a mere picture of it can get a whole squad blitzed for weeks
I had a friend whose mom worked the Costco returns counter back in the early 2000s and there were some wild stories. For example: a customer brought back a washing machine they had painted green, because they didn’t like how the paint job turned out.
Learned something new today— thanks for the correction!
Cops/EMS/the city/your neighbor aren’t bound by HIPPA in the slightest. They can talk to the HOA or landlord with impunity, and it’s absolutely fucked.
If you document that you gave it, you need to have seen them take it. If they’re being stubborn and are competent, document that you educated them on the consequences and that they still refused.
“Let me tell you something else. I’ve seen a lot of spinals, Dude, and this guy is a fake. A fucking goldbricker. This guy fucking walks.”
Michael Haneke’s The White Ribbon comes to mind.
SOMA. Duplicating consciousness across multiple bodies and the branching off of one particular conscious mind to carry the narrative while the others were left behind was a fascinating concept for a game to engage with. Plus the atmosphere was a sublime nightmare.