Yes. Because for the kids that show up at my door without a costume, candy is probably not in their family budget, at all, ever. I load em up.

Guam?

My pet peeve about these gutters is 4 way intersections where the city planner put stop signs for the direction that doesn’t have to cross the gutters, and makes the gutter-crossing direction the primary right of way. We have to essentially come to a slow roll to not bottom out, just give us the stop signs as a heads up that we’re approaching a hazard that eats undercarriages.

I agree, but the one person I knew who did this was a rich asshole. He had zero fucks to give.

I imagined all the details for the items, but didn’t pay attention to the person. I don’t like looking at people’s faces.

Snek is just killing time.

I drove past a field the other day that had one of these set up for 2 miniature goats. It was friggin adorable.

Chunky soft corduroy! From Express!

What kind of work do they get into?

Probably pop tarts and diet coke

Mick & Keith really are a couple of wet blankets.

I just watched the documentary Free Solo last weekend. I have never been climbing, not because I didn’t want to. But now I also don’t want to.

Same. But with a tank on so you can breathe, and a weight belt to help keep you under, you can focus on figuring out if your ears will allow it.

Just swimming or snorkeling with no weight belt, I struggle to stay underwater, and my brain has a hard time being patient with my ears, while I’m trying to paddle with one hand & hold my nose with the other so I can equalize.

The cat got up in the window after this. Deer were unfazed. This pair is a set of twins from this past spring. They and their mama have been hanging about all summer. I’ve been lucky enough to watch them grow from adorable spotted fawns to teenagers.

My ears give me difficulties too. You can try it out in a pool if you find classes. A divemaster finally showed me how to bend and twist my head while equalizing my ears to get my narrow ear passages to allow air to move around. Now I can usually manage a second dive when going out.

Lollll, my husband’s 1990 T-bird was the same, and when he got pulled over, the cop asked if he knew how fast he was going. “85, officer” (with Puss in Boots innocent eyes). The cop sputtered “you idiot, that’s not…that’s… your speedometer only goes that high!”, but wrote him the ticket for 85 instead of whatever irresponsible & arrestable number it really was.

I got up that high on a race track once. It was one of those “drive a nascar” experience things. They used older models but they would still move. I couldn’t get up any higher than that because it was only a 3/4 mile oval. By the time I was accelerating on the straightaway, it was time to decelerate for the turns.

On public roads, I have done 180 kph in Germany (and still got passed).

Just for funsies, I rented a Challenger R/T from the Hertz “fancy car” selection about 6-7 years ago. My boss asked me to pick him up on the way to work so he could see what the car was like. We hit a stretch of highway with little traffic, and I aired it out a little. Easily hit 100. Boss was tickled. I slowed back down to sane speeds before we got to other cars. That thing would give you whiplash if you floored it at a green light. So much fun. Glad it was only a rental. I’d have lost my license if I had it for a daily driver.

This does read like a teen movie plot.

I also wondered why you weren’t trying your bike tricks over a foam pit.