Shaka, when the walls fell

My mind to your mind, my sausage to your sausage...

Y'all can come hang at my house. I've got snacks.

Back in the day, a C program to handle estimating procurement costs for complex government contracts. We had to figure out the code and write in in a different language. It was just one giant loop, no functions, with variables named V1, V2, V3, etc. Hundreds and hundreds of them. I still shudder at the horror of it all.

A friday pizza party oughta do it.

The almighty petrodollar would be my guess.

I used to be a Breville man, pressing the tamper, admiring the crema, steaming the milk, even roasted my own beans there for a while. All that gear went with my ex. I'm more a tea drinker now.

Wear white socks. Srsly.

Misfits Minor threat Black flag Sex pistols Ramones

Amen!

So true.

I think of it like this, democrats are rectal cancer, but rebublicans are gushing arterial spray. Not all, of course. Generalizations are lazy. But the choice is clear, and that choice is rectal cancer.