How's it goin? I know it, it's been awhile since I asked that, my bad, I can be real selfish sometimes. I hope this finds you and yours well. We good? Good. I'm uncomfortable pretending I'm not selfish.
That doesn't mean I'm uncomfortable in my own skin, that's not what I said. Last time I said that it turned into a huge debate about eat... eh! :time out:
Don't take huge the wrong way. What I meant was, last time I said that it turned into a full-figured debate about eating disorders. I haven't said lard ass in a room fulla farmers since. :time in:
Not farmers like DeFi, farmers like 
I said pigs at first, 'my apologies, I mean no disrespect to pigs' but someone had a detective in the family or something so that went over like a sneeze in Wuhan.
Gesundheit!
That's an old photo, I like all the triangles in it. I used it for a couple reasons. Mainly because articles are naked without cover images but they're popular these days, too, like Ellen Degenerous—triangles that is. Not bribery, click bait.
Bribery is $1.5 million in science experiments when there's 1.5 million hungry people who would appreciate $1. Or a full-ride scholarship lottery to a major US university in exchange for science when not once has a graduating class in Compton, California been offered anything similar.
It's called incentive when they do it. Same dudes forced a pair of loans down my throat recently—stimulus. Didn't even ask. Increased my account balance on two separate occasions and now I'm paying 56% more for petrol. Good thing I avoid pig, bacon increased 19%.
In other noose—they said "plant-base fiber" on the radio the other day, didn't make sense. Still doesn't. I paid close attention, 'the what?!' It's an ad for a meal replacement drink because my phone knows I do gym stuff so of course my phone advertises meal replacement drinks. I paid close attention. I was tuned into the ad, so much in fact, I would've missed the green light in front of me had in not been for the friendly horn gesture behind me. :hon hon:
Something something "plant-base fiber," yup! What I thought they said. English is regulated differently depending where I'm at while media giants make their own rules. Either that or joke's on me and fiber has more than one source—plants.
In Arkansas, students identify with the pronoun of their choice but instructors are not required to respect that choice. Instructors in Arkansas are protected by law to disrespect their pupils.
In Virginia, both faculty and students can select their pronoun and faculty or students who don't respect that persons pronoun will face disciplinary action.
In California, pronouns are illegal. Don't get caught saying he or she in public in the Golden State, it's punishable by fine and/or jail time.
Communication is regulated differently depending where I'm at. It'd be cooler than the other side of your pillow if law makers did something like not insert themselves in the identification process of anyone other than their self.
No idea how many times someone called me she or her or dear on here. Thank you dear DanDays more times than I can count. If I don't care, why tf does Lawmaker Larry? I'm never all like, 'OMG! Like get your pronoun right asshole!' That's another one—don't say pronoun and right in the same breath in the south or they'll treat you like a black guy in the south.
Can't say anything anymore, gotta be careful. The other day I'm at the windshield joint again cuz I like replacing high tech - eyesight having - driver assist windshields twice a year. Windshield number two on the same brand new car in the same eight months. Hourglass figure that one out.
A lady in the waiting room needed help reading a message on her phone, "could'ya read this fer'me? I don't have my glasses." 'Anything you need,' I read the message to her, 'I'm blind without my glasses' I told her. Won't do that again! Like I cursed her favorite Nascar driver, "y'ain't blind! You shouldn't say that, howd'ya like it if'n you's really blind?"
I shoulda freestyled her message
An elderly gentleman's approaching the industrial glass door at the waiting room entrance. He's wearing a mask - using a walker. He's not just using it to get free shit, either, he can't walk without it. I got up and opened the door.
"I-I I'm vaccinated! I'm vac-vaccinated! I'm vaccinated" he announced to the four or five of us unmasked humans in the waiting room minding our own screen-time business as our vehicles were being repaired. I didn't say anything, I just held the door open. He approached the receptionist at the window who also wasn't wearing a mask nor was anyone else in the entire facility.
"I-I'm vaccinated va-vaxed, I g-got my card, ear's my m-my card mmkay" reaching to his back pocket for his wallet. Still masked and obviously uncomfortable, he's waiving around his credit card looking vaccination proof thingamajig to the lady at the counter as well as the rest of us in the waiting room. "Ear, ear's my card, I'm va-vax-vaccinated." He never removed his mask while confirming his appointment, instead drew a lot of attention to himself. She checked him in, "have a seat, a technician will be with you shortly." He exited the waiting room.
I almost said left. He 'left' the waiting room. Misdirection—they're pretty serious about lefts and rights around here.
I beat him to the door, held it open for him again, "tha-thank you, I'm vac-v-vaxxed." 'I thought I heard you say that. My pleasure, sir, let me know if you need anything else.' Before the industrial glass door closed behind him, his mask was down and he lit a cigarette.
Thanks Roy!
That's Roy Boy. Relax! We've been calling him that since way before the pronoun days. Can't say anything anymore. Don't call your spouse your partner, might not go down right, don't wanna rub anyone the wrong way.
Partners used to be Martina Navratilova and Stefi Graf at Wimbledon. Not anymore. They're a pair now and Martina Navratilova and Julia Lemigova are partners. Friends of ours in England who are partners or a pair or a married couple—two people who love each other and have been together for a real long time got embarrassed when I said 'sissy' in a crowded restaurant.
We're at a Wetherspoon in Leeds. It started when I explained spaz is short for spasmodic—resembling a spasm especially in sudden violence and not "a derogatory insult toward someone suffering from cerebral palsy" as our British friends insisted. It was something they said Kanye West said, anywho...
It's freezing outside, snowing from the ground up, I stepped out to hit the pipe. Put on my beanie, jacket, gloves and scarf, everything I had. 'I can't hang in the cold' I said while adjusting my beanie, 'I'm a sissy' which means I'm not going outside without all my layers on but no0Ooo. Sissy means gay in England and not gay as in happy. Can't say anything anymore.
Depending who you are of course. Pieter Hasekamp can say wtf ever he wants. The director of the Dutch Bureau for Economic Analysis recently said "The Netherlands must ban Bitcoin."
Bitcoin has no intrinsic value and is only valuable because others may accept it.
He said that
It's just us here right? Cool, cuz I've never heard of Pieter Hasekamp until now and I think he spells his name like a douche but that's not the point—Peter. Having never been there, the Netherlands, I still know Peter-less dude's about as wise as the pharmacist who gave Pura leukemia medication for her pancreatitis. Wouldn't be a big deal if the gentlemen with leukemia didn't already initiate his first dose of Creon—pancreatic enzymes.
Yo P: "Only valuable because others may accept it" makes you less credible than Fauci. All mediums of exchange are only valuable because others may accept it, Dick.
Don't tell someone they look great, 'hi, you look great!' Means one of two things these days; either a sexual advance or perpetuating an eating disorder. Better off playing it safe and cutting out great, 'hi, you look....!' Lame. I don't mean you look lame, I mean cutting out great is lame.
Not lame as in walks funny, either, that's not what I meant, we're not race horses. I mean lame as in stupid and not stupid as in uneducated, stupid as in Lame!
I'm at hormone depot the other day aka Home Depot. I call it hormone depot cuz all the chicks in there dress like sluts. So I'm looking at lights and it dawned on me, 'they should stop calling these things lights.'
You heard it here first, tiktok challenge in the works. The one where herds of'em gangbang the local hormone depot filming themselves in the lighting department—picking up lights, light bulbs and light switches, swinging lights over their head mid-selfie and whatever else tiktok'ers do and #WorthTheWait is trending.
