To the jackwagons that complain about how high our prices are in our thrift store, yet talk about their second home in Florida: Kindly Suck IT!
You could emulate that beloved Canadian namesake and set your clock to read a couple of minutes before eleven at all times.
And then it would always be time for “a little something.” Win-win! 
On a related note, to the jackhole who parked their car in the bike lane, a few reminders.
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That’s a bike lane. Notice the bike painted on it at regular intervals? Not a parking lane.
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You’re hanging out into the traffic lane, causing everyone to swerve around your expensive silver piece of ego. I hope someone hits you.
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Please note that the parking lane is across the street. Yes, you’ll have to turn your car around and cross the street to get to your house. At least that way your piece of ego is out of the traffic lane.
Boy I hope someone takes off that person’s sideview mirror tonight.
For summer, when it’s daylight from four in the morning until 11 o’clock at night.
Rich people are cheap bastards - you don’t get rich by spending money.
Two hours to get to work today. 9:30 and it feels like 2 p.m., and I’m a nervous wreck.
Why do the taxpayers have to foot the bill for professional makeup for some neo-Nazi criminal on trial for murder just so the jury isn’t prejudiced by his tattoos. Give him a damned turtleneck sweater for the neck tattoos and a bandaid or smiley face sticker for the one under his eye. This is just a waste of taxpayers money, it’s bad enough we have to waste money on a second trial.
Actually, I’m happy to hear that they are doing so (I know nothing of the case). He is presumed innocent for the time being, so I think it’s fair he is given any reasonable advantage in his case that I would want if I were in his place.
Maybe they can put in a stipulation that he has to work off the cost if he is convicted? They might never get it back, but at least it would address the principle.
Oh sure, fair trial and all that I get. My point is, it’s over the top to pay a professional to do makeup every day of his trial, most of the tats are on his neck. Easily covered by a high collar.
I don’t know why a jury shouldn’t be “prejudiced” by something he presumably did to his appearance on purpose.
I’m just thinking how I would feel if a long series of my own poor life choices and bad luck ended me up as an innocent man, but all tatted up, in front of a jury.
I’m not saying this to be a pain—I’m sure that if I knew the victim or knew of grisly details of the case, my attitude would likely be different.
Yeah, I can envision some extenuating circumstances that might change my attitude, but I’m not familiar with the case either. 
I thought you might have heard of it being in Florida.
He stabbed some woman and killed the young man she was with, a friend of her son’s.
Story here. It’s shocking to me that the previous hung jury was leaning toward not guilty.
Once, I got a Facebook update that “[Friend X] planted two peach trees for needy people”, and my mind automatically inserted “in Farmville!” It took me around a minute to realize that she really was talking about an event she physically completed to help people.
Okay, now I’d get behind this almost a hundred percent…except I wouldn’t supply a bandaid.
I love the Do Not Call list, really I do, but I think that it gives telespammers too much time to call me before they have to abide by my wishes. Telespammers get to call me for a month before they have to take my number off their lists. Let’s face it, the numbers are dialed by computer, and these computers should have to update their calling lists no less frequently than every week. It’s not like this is still the 70s, when telemarketers worked with photopied lists of phone numbers.
Also, if we could manage to pass a Do Not Call list that charities, political organizations, and so on had to abide by, I’d give up every single birthday, Xmas, Mother’s day, and anniversary present from here on out.
I’m torn here. On the one hand, yeah, his tattoos are part of his personality…that’s why he got them, right? On the other hand $125 a day is fairly cheap to ensure he doesn’t have a mistrial.
Start forwarding these gifts to me, along with a list of any organiztions you’d like… *dissuaded *from contacting you.
If I want to get serious about dissuading people, I always have my cousin Vinnie. If I know the people that I want to discourage, that is. Problem is, telemarketers generally don’t give their real names.
Mysterious office fires don’t generally require names.
Just sayin’.
Don’t forget the companies you have previously done business with - you bought one thing from them one time, so they can telemarket you until you die now. Bullshit to that, I say - I know your company, I know how to get in touch with you - I’ll find YOU when I want more of your product.