Ha. He earned his 2.5 hour round trip then. And honestly, had he pulled out another, $200 I’d have told him fuck off.

What? Oh god no. He bought clean pee. Probably while on Special K.

I was selling a saw. Pretty good one, compound mitre, slider, 12" blade, and a really nice stand. I don’t remember what I wad asking, but it was fair. Let’s say $500 for the sake of the story. Dude gets in touch, asks a couple of questions, and says yeah, he’ll take it for that price. Day comes, he shows up and checks it out. I have it set up and we cut a couple of boards to show him it’s all square and good.

He says cool, here’s $300.

I say, yeah, uh, we said 5. I’m selling it for 5. Not 3.

He looks at me deadpan and says this is all I brought.

I say well, I’m selling it for 5.

He looks at me and says I drove all the way from *city about an hour away on a good day with no traffic.

I look back at him and say Huh. I bet you wish you hadn’t done that.

He just kind of stands there looking at his shoes while I pack the saw back up and he sort of sulks off.

What’s old? I’m 53 and hate pretty much everything I see. I have a Grumpy Bear on my dashboard so we can bitch about other drivers. I’m in near constant pain from a back problem and can’t do very many fun things anymore. And every single day I make every interaction with everyone I come across as pleasnt and fun as I possibly can. I make eye contact and say please and thank you. I tease and joke with everyone I see. Just because I’m a curmudgeonly old fuck doesn’t mean I have to bum other people out. But maybe I’m not old yet.

If you smell shit everywhere you go, check your shoes.

My hamster saw this pic and just looks bummed the fuck out now.

The right can’t create. Nothing. No art, no music, no writing. It’s all garbage. I think it’s an empathy thing.

Shop Sign-> Don’t put it down; Put it away.

Thanks. To be fair, NutterButter know how to work it when the camera is on him.

Yes. That’s the joke. He very openly told stories about he and my mom sold pot to get to and from Woodstock.

I worked with my dad for 20 years. He taught me almost everything I know about building houses. But I think the two biggest things were, how to deal with tricky clients (this applies to all people, not just clients), and how to come at everything with a relaxed style. He used to say he spent a lot of money in the '60s developing his attitude.

They’re rad. My wife got me 2 Nigerian dwarf goats for my birthday last year (after a lot of talking about it, don’t give animals as a surprise gift). They’re at least as smart as dogs, as curious as anything, and they each have distinct personalities. We live just outside a city and walk them just about everyday on leashes. The whole neighborhood loves them.

He prefers playfull headbutts. You hold your hand out and he highfives with his noggin. But I promise he gets tons. His brother is the one who wants skritches .

His nickname at the farm where he was born was Peanut. And I fucking love Nutter-Butters. Seemed like it would be a crime to name him anytbing else.

I bought a DVD from them about a year ago. I haven’t watched it yet but it look insane . It’s like some early '80s skateboarding thing. I kinda just needed to own it. They seem to do pretty cool stuff. Kinda keeping thecTroma vibe going.

A couple. By and large though, I’ve found more that were cultish than weren’t. Some are so cultish that the ones they “support” try to avoid them.

I’ve been through a couple of 12step programs. Some are most deff cult like.

Saturday, working on some props for Halloween with one kid. Sunday, father’s day and 3 birthday celebrations with the other two.

Anyone here read Sister, Maiden, Monster? Good read, fully recommend.

I have plans to start flossing regularly too.