I, also, am hip and with it. Witness my funky fresh lingo and in-your-face attitude, home skillet.
I, also, am hip and with it. Witness my funky fresh lingo and in-your-face attitude, home skillet.
I enjoy Sam’s Club’s “Scan and Go” feature in their app. I scan my items and pay in the app. I never have to interact with a soul, and that’s peachy keen in my book.
I used to love the lore of Steve Jackson Games a lot more than the actual games for this very reason.
The high level of sheer incompetence at all levels, but especially in management. I’m lucky to work with competent folks directly, but the sheer amount of work created by stupidity outside of my department is soul-crushing. I can present definitive proof of systemic failures all day long, and no one is interested in doing a damned thing if the people or departments in question are politically powerful within the organization. Neither I nor my immediate colleagues are perfect, but we acknowledge our failures and try to create solutions. So many others, though, seem so invested in the status quo beyond all reason.
I’m just continuing the bit (badly, admittedly, since I didn’t get the exact quote right). That’s the next thing the character says, more or less, though. In case you don’t realize, all this stuff about the moon being made of spare ribs is a bit from Saturday Night Live.
And wash it down with a tall, cool Budweiser.
It’s a good stick. Not as good as the one I saw on the Internet recently that had a nearly perfect guard and hilt like a sword, but still pretty awesome.
For the people that want to ban sticks here: please don’t take away my joy!
Aren’t those guys kinda anti-federalist, except where it benefits them?