Located on Deck 6, Room 2054. Mass evacuation site for decks 5-10.
I’m someone’s favorite.
“is a lengthy time consuming process”
No, it REALLY isn’t, and any pig that tells you otherwise is trying to get you to drop the issue so they don’t have more paperwork.
They don’t give a shit about your stolen items, and 9/10 times it’s a complete waste to even contact them over “petty theft”, regardless of how valuable the item/s are to you.
A lot of these comments reek of boot polish…
The only spiders I want gone are the ones that can kill me, and the ones that get too close to me.
If I see one setting up a web in the distant corner? Hell yeah Bro catch all the pests you can.
Crawl toward me less than a foot away? Sorry smash but you sealed your own fate.
I refuse to believe the Netherlands/Nether Lands one is above the age of 13, or being genuine if so.
That has to be a troll…
Please…
You’re only stupid when you stop being curious.
Here you go: https://youtu.be/4ZuydxEUpFM
city street, woman walks by talking on the phone
voice fading in “And they were roommates!”
camera swings around to film phone holder
“oh my good they were roommates”
When my now wife spoke of her “two unmarried aunts who live together in the same bedroom”, I wasn’t expecting that they were sisters who just kept living together in the same bedroom with different beds on either side of the room, even splitting it sitcom style with a clearly defined line down the center, for 60 years.
And when I explained to her that my friends “aunts” are not actually sisters, they are in fact lesbians who have been together since long before marriage was legal and now just don’t see the point in a piece of paper when they’ve spent the last 35 years together, she had her own moment of realization.
I explained about Sappho and her friend, how that was basically what you had to be among older generations that had to hide it, just roommates. Then promptly showed her that video.
I didn’t stop to greet some customers as I walked in with a cane for the third week in a row due to nerve damage.
I wasn’t on the clock, we didn’t have a uniform, no name tag, nobody would even know I work there until I put my shit on after I clock in.
By that time I had made it a habit of recording every interaction with management, so I just pulled out my phone, hit the record button, and asked “so to be clear, are you officially reprimanding me for NOT doing work off the clock?” and that immediately shut him up.
Managers get awfully pensive when they have recording devices capturing them.
I’m going out with a girl after work and we’re gonna play in the park.
(It’s my wife and I’ll be riding my bike while she tries to get used to inline skates again. We’re in our 30s.)
But for real I miss being able to just… Enjoy a playground. Go throw rocks at the creek with friends. Have sword battles with sticks we found while walking by the trees.
But if I do that, people call the cops because some old guy is clearly confused and wandering around…