Probably pretty cramped, worms are tiny.

I always wanted to move to Sweden. My grandfather was born there and I have always loved visiting.

Yarr!

Fuck it man let’s really kick-start this shit show

Hunter Harris 24!

I talk to God about things I could do better and ask him to help me help myself to be kinder more patient or both. Then I thank God for my life, my family and friends, the family and friends I have lost, and the time I got with them. Then a general plea for sanity in this world and help for those people who need it. Amen.

I don’t ask for things for myself. I do ask for others lol that’s the general plea for sanity. Some things work out, some don’t. That’s life, we can pray all day for Grandma to get better but sometimes Grandma is just old and everyone eventually dies. If my friend is going through it I ask God to help them go through it. I don’t expect God to answer my prayers, I hope he does. Sometimes the answer I want isn’t the answer I get, and sometimes I don’t think I get any answer at all.

I don’t know if it’s the snarkiest but my favorite is “So, would it would be safe to say Donald Trump loves Pecker?” Not because it’s particularly witty or anything but because I am just a 13 year old dude stuck in a 54 year old body lol

Lost Bacon Reader app, Redit’s app is a shit show. I use Boost for Lemmy and it’s got its problems but it’s better than Reddit’s hot pile of garbage. I used reddit mostly to read the news and make snarky comments and I can do that here so…bye reddit.

We are all in our 50s so who gives a fuck, but also is he dead?

I have a 2WD 2019 F150 with the 5.0 I use to tow my horses around. With the tow package, I think its max is 12900lbs and it does a hell of a job on stuff in the 6-9k range but get up in the max range and it struggles a bit. I would say it gets about 8-12mpg depending on what we tow with it. I think it’s rated for 19/21mpg just on its own. I get about 17/19mpg just driving it around.

It lives a light-duty life hauling horses down highways and South Texas caliche roads, but I am happy with my f150 most days. I think when it comes time to replace it I will go back to the f250 for the higher towing capability but stay gas only because everything we run is gas.

Hopefully, my experience helps, have fun truck hunting.

I never have mine, I spent half my life using payphones. I looked in my dream journal and I found a couple of dreams where I tried to use a payphone but it was out of order.

I asked the kid who works for me, he is 20 so he has never used a pay phone. He said he has his phone but it never works.

Maybe there is something to that…idk, I am just a peckerwood from South Texas who married the same batshit crazy woman twice so I am pretty stupid lol.

We would all have a picnic

We were 80s middle class both parents worked. My dad sold insurance and my mom was a nurse.

If you can’t run with the big dog stay on the porch.

Bro when I was a kid I was into it all. Tamagotchi, hyper colors everything, Pogs, Beanie Babies, Slap bracelets, scooters (not the razors scooters the earlier BMX scooters), friendship bracelets, that kickball with the plastic ring you bounced on, moon shoes, Jams, Big Dog, I’m a dude that loved him some Polly Pockets, windbreakers, bomber jackets, M.U.S.C.L.E, G.I. Joe, Pound Puppies, Garbage Pale Kids, those puffy monster balls you squeezed and their eyes popped out, Shrinky Dinks, and then by the late 90s I was walking around with 30" cuffs in my Kikwear and a Kangol.

Edit: Big Dawg changed to Big Dog, changed 80s to BMX.

I showed this to my friend and he reminded me of the time we got really into Swatch Watches but our parents wouldn’t buy them for us so we stole one and passed it back and forth until we got caught.

Story old as time

Lol, no one can be dad bro and granddad was known to smite a fool or two so…

It’s the name of a book of short stories by Denis Johnson.

Pretty much, at the time if I had to make one more poached foie gras I was going to murder a porter just to get arrested and maybe get a full night’s sleep.

In my 30s I quit my super stressful job cooking fancy food for fancy fucks and got a job at Subway. It’s a long story full of sex drugs and rock and roll that led me to that Subway but that’s another story.

One day I was half drunk slinging subs when this lady came in with her daughter with Down Syndrome in tow. The store was slow, it was that dead time between lunch and dinner. Anyway, mom was frazzled but the daughter, Sarah, was so excited to be there. Mom got one of those flatbread joints and Sarah started in on an epic Cold Cut Combo. It had everything on it, it was about as big around as a small tree lol. I answered all her questions and it was like any other order, well except that epic sandwich lol.

They sat down and ate and I gave them some free cookies and went back to doing nothing. Sarah comes to the counter to say thank you, I say your welcome and then she asks me if I am sad. What? This took me aback a little. Some background, my parents had me late in life and poor health and age took them before I was 30. I have been alone for a long time now but at that time it was still kind of fresh and I didn’t have anyone that cared enough to ask if I was sad. I gave her some lame “no I am just tired” answer and she went back to her mom. They finished up and were leaving when I went to wipe down their table and Sarah came running up to me and gave me a bear hug. I was just standing there arms up in the air rag in one hand looking at her mom for guidance. It was sort of startling but man, I am hard-pressed to name a more needed hug lol.

Her mom apologised but Sarah just told me it was okay to be sad and they left. A few days later they came back and I made them sandwiches and they would sit and eat and we would all talk. I heard about school and her mom and dad and her mom would always apologize for bothering me. I was never bothered about it, I looked forward to my new friend’s infectious optimism every week.

That little girl helped me see some hope in what was at the time a dark place. I only worked there for about 18 months and when I left I waited until I saw them so I could tell them I was quitting. I ended up keeping in touch, went to a couple of birthday parties, and was pen pals with them when I moved for a new fancy food for fancy fucks job.

Sarah died from some complications due to her disability, she had a lot going on. She never cried about it, she was never anything but smiles and compassion. When I visited her in the hospital one time she was holding court in her room with the nurses and staff all smiling and happy. Her indestructible smile changed and in some ways saved my life. I miss that kid, I wish I had known her longer. Anyway, imma go cry like a little girl for a while lol. Peace.

If those dirty fucking workers had just worked harder they could have a Foo Fighters concert too.

Donkey Lady, Midget Mansion, and the Ghost Tracks are probably the big 3 ghost story urban legends here in San Antonio. There are a bunch though, Chinese graveyard, robber baron cave, Dancing Devil, Fang Baby, Woman Hollering Creek/La Llorona, just to name a few.