You monster!
Du Hund!
I sometimes like Yacht Rock. When Sirius has a Yacht rock channel in the summer, I often listen to it.
But really, how much Christopher Cross can you take?
On Sirius, you might hear Sailing once every couple of hours. But yeah, he has 3 of the top 25 slots.
This reminds me of something. When I was ~17 I took a summer job as a farm hand. My job that summer was to move irrigation pipe. That’s it. Move pipe. By hand. Across muddy corn fields. My only job. 40’ long sections of 4" diameter aluminum pipe stretching 1/4 mile across a field, moved one piece at a time, by hand. Then I would hook it up to the water pump, turn on the pump – getting soaked in the process, of course – go to the next section of field, and repeat. Do this All. Damn. Day. Every. Single. Day.
Near the end of the summer the jerk I worked for was clearly not happy with me – I don’t remember why – and he told me if I didn’t fix whatever substandard element of my performance he wasn’t happy with, he’d fire me. I was fairly ambivalent about this; the summer was winding down and I was going to go to school that fall. However, I did try to do better because I did actually want to have some income until I went off to school. No good. At the end of August he told me that I was fired and that since I sucked so badly he was going to withhold the last two weeks of my wages.
This guy had loaned me a big vintage Snap-On adjustable wrench, probably 18" or 20" long, to turn off and on the main valves of the water pumps. When he fired me I simply got in my car and drove away, wrench still on the floor somewhere. I wasn’t really thinking about it as I was pissed and just wanted to leave. A few weeks later my uncle, who was a friend of his, called me and asked if I still had the wrench. Naturally the guy couldn’t find it and since it was one of this really really good Snap-On wrenches he desperately wanted to locate it and get it back. I hadn’t given any thought to the stupid wrench but I was still pissed at the guy (narrator: 28 years on, he’s still pissed at the guy), so:
Uh. No. Of course not. I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. What wrench? Was there a wrench?
The dude hadn’t paid me for two weeks of 50+ hour/weeks. That wrench was mine as far as I was concerned. It is still in my toolbox today, 28 years later. I actually use it from time to time, too. Ironically, usually on plumbing projects.
The guy owed me $800. If keeping his $200 wrench makes me a terrible person, then I guess I’m guilty as charged.
Seal of approval.
“Ort ort ort!”
(That’s what seals sound like to me.)
Busy time at the gas pumps today, price drop fill up now!
Wide wide entrance to the station, maybe six lanes two pumps each.
Might’ve cut in front of two cars holding back I steered to the outer lane and took the first open pump. Next car pulled behind me. He had to back up up up let me leave you’re next. Sorry not sorry $50 USD
I read that the “no white after Labor Day” rule was one of the social/fashion rules invented by the “old money” crowds of the past. A way of distinguishing themselves from the “new money” types, who they looked down upon.
Yes. After Labor Day, you switched to heavier fabrics and darker colors. And men stopped wearing straw hats.
It signaled that you had enough money to keep different sets of clothes for different seasons: cotton for summer, wool for winter, straw hats for summer, felt hats for winter.
I feel bad relaying this joke: Why is a kiss over the phone like a straw hat? It isn’t felt.
I have a worse one- early cowboy hats (no, they did not wear bowlers) were called 'wide awake hats". Why? The wool had no “nap” to it. 
Wide brimmed, kinda shapeless, made from a cheaper dense wool.
Wow! “Terrible Hat Joke” competition. You never know what’s going to turn up on the Dope. This place rocks!
FTFY.
Confession: I don’t like chili. I like most of the ingredients that go into chili, but I just don’t like chili, beans or no beans. Maybe it’s because chili was a cheap meal when I was growing up. Easy way to use leftovers. I’ve heard that a chili with good-quality ingredients and careful preparation is much better, so maybe I will try one that I like someday.
It’s not.
I eat Kit-Kat bars as a whole bar, instead of breaking them into the pieces first.
I absolutely loathe Halloween and automatically distrust adults who get excited about it. You’re an adult. You can wear a costume and eat candy any goddamn time you like. Why do we all have to pretend to be in kindergarten every October? (And don’t even get me started on bullshit “Ghost tours”)
Monster!
You’ve never seen me in my naughty auto-mechanic costume.