The corruption of those courtesy cards. For which he got retaliated against. And that he brought a lawsuit over, which brings the corruption to light.

I’d say that’s fighting corruption from the inside.

Does anybody know what this said?! I’m having the same problem!

Edit: nevermind, I figured it out.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is that distracting you?”

Niche crossover?

I think you’re missing the point. Bringing in difficult to obtain weapons as part of the conversation muddies the conversation about controlling the currently ubiquitous weapons being used.

As an analogy, let’s say someone blows something up and hurts people, using dynamite or homemade explosive using gun powder:

“Anyone who has access to the dynamite and RPGs and C-4 should be held responsible for what’s done with it!”

“Wait, there was an RPG or C4? I’m pretty sure outside the military it’s pretty difficult to get ahold of either of those. They’re already heavily regulated.”

“What difference does it make? They’re explosives used to blow things up and kill people.”

“Right, but, again, those are heavily regulated, while what happened was with dynamite, which is not.”

“OH! So it’s OKAY since the dynamite is not as regulated!”

“No, it’s just a different conversation about RPGs and C4.”

“Only if you have an agenda!”

Vs.

“Anyone who purchases dynamite should be responsible for what happens to it, unless they can show they’ve properly secured it and didn’t give access to it to someone they shouldn’t.”

“Agreed, dynamite and gunpowder explosives are common and not as regulated as they should be.”

I once had a female coworker who was complaining about how she had walked in on a male coworker using the single-occupancy bathroom (peeing, his back was turned to the door), that him not locking the door was somehow inappropriate of him.

Somebody put a poll up on a white board with the scenario, with question “who behaved inappropriately” with the choices “the person entering the bathroom without knocking” “the person using the bathroom without locking it” “they are both wrong” and “we’re all adults here, get the fuck over it.”

The tallies were overwhelmingly in the “get the fuck over it” column. But I feel the poll was missing something important: the door had a tendency when locked to stick and leave the person locked inside. We were in a quick-response duty status (as in running to the aircraft), so the person already in should absolutely not have locked it (he was the runner).

You see a closed door to a room (of relative privacy) that might be occupied, you knock. Simple as.

Also, telling a depressed person their answer is to exercise is like telling a homeless person that they just need to get a job. The not having a home prevents the getting a job. If they had the ability to find a job, they wouldn’t be homeless (except obviously the people who don’t make enough from their job to support themselves, but that’s a whole different issue that shouldn’t exist).

So even if someone does have the time, getting the depression under control may be necessary before the exercise seems like a reasonable possibility.

It was that plus the “if Biden drops out it will be a whole ordeal establishing a new candidate.” It wasn’t. It was quick, painless, and even the VP choosing was relatively quick and made people happy.

If you got’em, I’ll take a Bismarck (or Boston Creme, whatever you want to call them, the chocolate covered cream filled one). If not, maybe you’re the type of donut shop that also has cinnamon rolls? No?

Just a coffee, then, please.

What do you mean? That’s just Mrs. Crawley with Mr. Crowley, the strange man who is friends with the bookshop owner. Weird seeing him without his sunglasses though.

My parents were wonderful, so I have no real complaints, but my father had a weird quirk. Tools, equipment, whatever that he had interest and purchased himself were “his.” I mean, obviously, but he would use the possessive when referring to those things.

“You have to prime my lawnmower first before you try to start it.” “Go and get my ladder.” Never the ladder, always my ladder. I never questioned it (because I didn’t care), but when I was a teenager I started noticing it and it was odd. Like he was establishing that the lawn mower or the ladder or whatever didn’t belong to the household, they were his. And nothing seemed to get him worked up more than a neighbor borrowing something and taking more than a day or so to return it.

Back before I lived on an island with two stop lights, I regularly used Google Maps for places I already knew how to get to, purely because I wanted the most efficient route.

Took a few decades, but i eventually realized I want the second one more than the first. So my friendships are dependent on how comfortable they are with not talking for at least a month at a time.

“Certified president? Certified…”

“I want you to notice… when I’m not around…”

Cut to Harris smiling and waving with some of her campaign goals on screen

“You’re so very special… I wish I was special…”

Cut to Trump with his duck face pose, with various SA accusations, “grab them by the pussy” quotes, and 34 convictions.

“But I’m a creep… I’m a weirdo…”

Cut to Trump looking confused and tired.

“What the hell am I doing here?”

Cut to Trump standing awkwardly near previous presidents, or just a picture of presidents from both parties talking without him in it.

“I don’t belong here…”

Cut to sad dejected Trump

“I don’t… belong… here.”

you can take a day or some time off to support your local business

Now who’s being entitled?

I bought a laptop backpack a loooooooong time ago, and still use it constantly. It’s been through 3 laptops, and I’m not the type to upgrade until it is absolutely necessary.

I just started playing Magic the Gathering, and my Command Deck I just bought came before my box, sleeves, or dice.

I thought there was going to be a game last night at my local bar, and I was about to recreate this comic (except with the cardboard box it came in instead of a sock).

Me at my house:

Daughter: “I don’t know where my phone is”

Me: I don’t say it.

Daughter: “DAD, I can’t find my phone!”

Me: I still don’t say it.

Daughter: Daaaaaad, do you know where my phone is?!"

Me: deep breath

He has a bunch of random songs about random stuff. One of my other favorites is “I don’t work here” and it’s all about people assuming he works where he’s at (grocery store, lifeguard post…) and it gets more and more absurd as the song goes on.

I’d recommend his YouTube channel, most of his stuff is pretty good.