I was on my bicycle one time, on a road that was plenty wide enough for a car to pass me with the required minimum space of four feet while staying in their lane. A car passed me going way farther to the left of me than they needed to, forcing a van that was coming in the opposite direction to pull over to the curb and stop. As he passed me, the van driver stuck himself halfway out his window and started yelling at me "you're gonna get somebody killed!" Asshole, go yell at the driver of the other car, I didn't do shit. And all that happened is it took you an extra five seconds to get to the red light.

Where I live, 99.9% of drivers are cool and give cyclists plenty of room. But that 0.1% means I'm probably risking my life every time I go for a ride.

80 years ago women were expected to “stay home and take care of the kids”

Ironically, 80 years ago was immediately after American women had just won WWII (checks nervously to make sure we're not on ml) by going into the factories and making the weapons that the men needed to fulfill their proper role of going out and dying. The women being homemakers shit was a calculated strategy to give their jobs back to the men who survived.

Excepting that part of the world that has fish that swim up your penis.

My sister-in-law owned a real Victorian couch. It was quite beautiful, but holy shit was that thing uncomfortable to actually sit on. The seat part was at least sprung, but it was rounded and fit no part of the human anatomy. The back and arm rests were just solid wood. Definitely from an era when you did not want guests to make it to dinner time.

I think his strategy was to tell his bosses he had run out of fuel and wouldn't be able to make the rest of his deliveries. But I dunno, the articles about this never said what his thought process was. I drive past this station twice a day and the stink from it was horrible. 8000 gallons is a lot of fucking gas.

This reminds me that years ago I was friends with a bunch of Red Bull girls. Their job was to pick up the Red Bull mini-cooper, fill it with cases of Red Bull and then drive around handing out free samples wherever people were while being attractive. They were very good at the being attractive part, but most days they would just drive to the river, dump the cases of Red Bull in it, and then go home and get high. Their bosses suspected something like this was going on and gave them all Windows Mobile PDAs that tracked their location by GPS. I checked out the tracking app (I was a Windows Mobile developer at the time) and it turned out it just logged their GPS coordinates once an hour into a plain text file. I showed them how to edit the file to make it look like they were driving around -- just doing my part saving at least some people from trying fucking Red Bull.

Eh, if the public has all been replaced by AI, they won't have money to go anywhere.

Just a couple of years ago in my neighborhood a truck driver was arrested because he offloaded 4000 gallons of gasoline at a gas station, then ran the hose down an embankment next to the station and pumped the remaining 8000 gallons into a creek. He did this because he wanted to go home and didn't feel like making the rest of his stops. He apparently thought nobody would notice; for bonus points this was right next to a charter school which had to be evacuated while they cleaned up the mess.

He was arrested and sentenced to 20+ years in prison. This is the intelligence level that can get hired as a fuel truck driver (TBF I'm sure they're not all that stupid).

Edit: just for funsies, the gas station where this happened recently rebranded as a "Freedom Fuel" station lol.

The point is moot. With diesel skyrocketing they won't be able to drive at all.

"You're right, I should not have instructed two airplanes to land on the same runway at the same time. Good catch!"

Over the last year I lived with my parents to take care of them and occasionally I had to entertain myself with their cable TV. I used to spend hours channel surfing and there was almost always lots of stuff to choose from. Now I just end up watching Beat Bobby Flay because there's absolutely nothing else to watch. And I don't really want to watch Beat Bobby Flay either.

Or you could eat whatever you want and then teleport it out of you. No more fatties -- unless they like that shit.

Makes me question the food.

How dare you? I'm sure the food is the finest Sysco has to offer.