Funny, maybe its when I travel, but, I’ll look up a route on Uber an hour before I plan to leave, go do something else for a while and it’ll have gone down a buck or two.

I think trepanning would be the closest thing, drilling a hole in the skull to relieve pressure/let evil spirits escape.

Screenwriter’s Blues always hits for me, Bus To Beelzebub too. Dreams Of Witchita… Honestly, they put out albums that were worth listening to beginning to end.

Yeah, even in the US ‘G’ can mean ‘Garage’ in some buildings, which may be the ground floor or the first sub-floor.

Then you can have ‘L’ for Lobby, but in some cases it means Lower.

Jane? Get me off this crazy thing.

To be fair, it has the most boots to be licked and some people have urges that the rest of us will never understand. /S

LGR did a great video on crazy expansion slot PC accessories. One of them was a pull out ashtray with a push plug lighter like cars used to have. https://youtu.be/_ErL39wqO-c?si=zWyVR6m_LqE6SBE0

The rotten asshole

To be fair, a guy would need to be over 6" to make it past her thigh folds.

A friend was complaining that he was always losing his air pods. I told him about my awesome idea to sell a little cord that would connect them so they were easier to keep track of.

He was like, ‘Dude! That’s a great idea… You’ve got to start selling those before someone beats you to it-’

Then it dawned on him and he called me an asshat.

Crap, now I have to change all my passwords.

“They had legs that didn’t know when to stop and shorts that didn’t know when to start.”

“Doo the Dew!”

As a child of the 80s and former smoker, I actually find the lingering smell of cigarettes in a smoking room super comforting, to the point that if a hotel has a smoking room option I take it.

You have to kind of service the top edge of the hole with the tip of the straw to soften it up before you guide it the rest of the way in.

Oh crap. A goofy mecha-bowser just showed up in my city. I must be in the SNES version.

I’ve got some bad news for you…

You can tell you did a good job if an ethereal slide whistle plays as you do this.

My grandma got mighty upset when I tried to polish her whole head.

Ah, the Nous Mas Nous Mas song!

They don’t call Atlanta “Sherman’s Ashtray” for nothing!