I like that it’s small and that most people are kind.
I dislike that when there’s a wave of reddit refugees it gets kind of gross for a bit till they either calm down or leave.

Also, beans and moths. But I’m not going to say if I like or dislike them, or one over the other.

If they don’t get the references, they’re just casuals.

Connections 1 and 2. Maybe not 3.

This is because he didn’t call No Tag-backs. Fucking amateur move.

Any more dimensions and he’ll have to take off a shoe to keep count.

Peace. You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Nono. Burner kids are ones you get when like you have a family thing and need to look like you have a family and your shit together. You get some burner kids and they pretend you’re their parent for a night or whatever. Then when you’re done with them, you just give them a few bucks, maybe a snickers and drop them off behind a 7-11.

Maybe. Is he still brown though? Because, well, uh… Yeah.

Upstream Color might fit this bill.

*anymore.

You know how they told you to come to a complete stop at stop sings? Same thing.

I bet they both lose a Michelin Star for this.

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.