Got_Bent @ Got_Bent @lemmy.world

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I saw some truck commercial yesterday where the thing was eighty thousand dollars AFTER all incentives and rebates.

I thought to myself that the people who are screaming about inflation and how the Democrat president is ruining their lives are the same people who are lining up to make crazy monthly payments into a vehicle that will immediately be upside down on the note.

The comments are pretty much all with you save one person. If I were you, I'd calmly walk away with that satisfaction before you get baited into a comment that "proves" you are what has been said of you.

(Note that "proves" is in quotation marks there.)

Are you asserting that nobody should ever have any preferences? Do you meet your own standard?

OP didn't say he's throwing women out of bed for having piercings. He expressed a preference for them not to.

I prefer dark hair. Sometimes it's red or blonde or blue.

I prefer pubic hair. Sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not.

I prefer a few extra pounds. Sometimes those pounds aren't there. Sometimes a few extra is more like a lot extra.

In no example above did I shut down the interaction, nor did I experience any less pleasure.

But I still have preferences. That's all they are though.

Connecticut penitentiary? A state facility? How are the prisons in Connecticut? The only thing I know about the state is that they have their own form of pizza though I have no clue what that form is.

I can't tell if that's a joke or a real question.

If it's a real question, nips in this case refers to those little bottles of alcohol you would get on an airplane. They're readily available in liquor stores here. Common purchase for the chemically dependent alcoholic who just needs a quick fix.

I've already had this talk with my daughter. I'm not presently ill or anything, but I see this as the new American version of estate planning.

Somehow, I've managed to build up a few meager assets to leave to my daughter and I'll be damned if I let American healthcare take it all.

(And please refrain from bringing up misinformed statements on estate tax. I'm a tax accountant. I'm more astute on that stuff than most of the population, and my little pile of shiny trinkets is well below any threshold for any of that to kick in)

Nah. In Texas all she has to do is say that God told her to do it, and she'll get a couple years of taking drugs in a hospital.

The exception is Taylor Parker because she killed an _unborn child, and that's a damn step too far.

Shithead maga bleeding a nonprofit dry example aside, this is a good (albeit extreme) illustration of why I'm generally hesitant to give to any large charity.

You can pull their tax returns up online (form 990) and see where the money goes. Too often, it all goes to executive salaries and marketing with some token single digit percentage going to actual charitable work that may or may not be doing any actual good.

Whoa there pal.

What part of driving pickup trucks with giant tires through the mud while drinking cases of ~~bud light ~~ Modelo and wearing jorts and a tank top with a picture of Rambo Trump firing footballs from a grenade launcher isn't culture?

I remember getting my Texas instruments financial calculator circa 2009 for probably fifty dollars or so.

The professor told us that at the time, production costs for my fifty dollar calculator were roughly a dollar.

On the bright side, I'll bring that thing in whenever I buy a car and it truly fucks with the whole "what kind of payment are you looking for" routine they do. (Though these days, I'm more likely to bring a laptop with Excel. Same idea, but faster and better visuals)

Product - use daily

Language - speak English, Spanish, and Korean, though the latter two are admittedly falling off from lack of use. Lived overseas for four years in my twenties

Collared shirts - wear daily, but I'd guess that's not goth chick bait

Dancing - was religiously prohibited from such growing up and never took an interest in it

Personal skill - I can cook like a motherfucker. Like really good stuff. If I believed in love languages, mine would be feeding others. The women in my office make weekly requests for me to cook whatever they're craving over the weekend and bring it in on Monday.

But I'm talking about energy. Gomez spends his entire existence striving toward being Morticia's everything. I don't have enough gas in the tank after seventy or eighty hours of getting yelled at for my income.

Next up, since everything is so easy, I guess I just simply waltz into another job, right?

Gomez lives off generational wealth and thus spends his time culturing himself with dance, art, and seductive languages.

I work until it's not safe to drive home because I'm so tired and my eyes don't work. I crawl home on surface streets, collapse into bed for a brief nap, and get up to go do it again because the man needs his dollar.

My spirit may be willing, but my flesh is spongy and bruised.

I was talking to my daughter about how much I love seeing genital deodorant ads all over television.

Just as we're talking about this, we happen upon a rugby game on the television which mesmerizes us as neither of us understands the game.

The entire advertising campaign, maybe even including reference on players uniforms, was dude wipes.

Hurray! I so want to imagine some big hairy sweaty balled rugby player wiping his ass with an old spice scented baby wipe!

Meanwhile, the mantle is tailgating the hell out of the core wishing it would move over to the right lane

My entire life has offered two options - time or money

Never both

In this phase, I've been making good money, but it's at the cost of working twelve to fifteen hours a day six to seven days a week for half the year, going down to a meager forty five to fifty hours for the other six months with no overtime.

Then I've got to be careful in making comments that I've got a few pennies saved because it makes other Lemmy users think I'm all bougie or whatever word it is that the kids use these days.

The reason I've saved money is that I have no time to spend it. My entire existence is either working or preparing to go to work via laundry/groceries/cooking. (Leaving the office for lunch is a mortal sin, so I bring my own daily and eat at my desk, never a lunch break)

I'll look at the transactions in my bank account and I'm surprised that I live on about a hundred and thirty dollars a week because of this. (This doesn't include housing expense)

It's unprecedented in my company, but I'm about to negotiate more time off in lieu of raise this next upcoming cycle.

I'm so

Fucking

Existentially

Tired

And no I can't just "get another job". There are no greener pastures, especially since I've crossed into the dreaded "in my fifties" zone

Her job is done anyway. It'll be years before this case can proceed and if Adolf Donnie Trump weasels his way into office, it goes away forever. She's successfully delayed it into oblivion.

I'm honestly surprised she didn't just outright dismiss it from the getgo.

I don't think pornhub wants your ID.

I live in Texas and just tested the site to see if anyone has changed. It hasn't since they essentially shut down here.

It's a full page statement about Texas politicians.

There's no option to submit an ID even if a person wanted to do so.

But maybe I've misunderstood who "them" is in your comment.

God I was going to UNT football games when Todd Dodge was there. It seemed like all of Southlake was attending those games. I hate him with a white hot intensity. I hate his acolytes orders of magnitude more.

The few times I've been through Southlake, I felt like a needed a shower with some 36 grit sandpaper as a loofa.

I can't watch him anymore either.

No issues watching old Robin Williams clips, but I just can't watch Anthony anymore.

This is a good little illustration of why his passing made me feel like I lost somebody I knew personally