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only 2 of those things i didn't have interaction with, the delivered milk and the party phone line. still have about 500 45 rpm records, still play 8 tracks and have worked on a couple studebakers.
still have my metal black lunch box that was recovered from a dump back when i was a kid for me to carry lunch in, and i have my grandfathers as well.
didn't need roller skate keys but remember them
it wasn't called home ec when i took it but it was the same thing, we were shown how to use a stove, how to fill out a check to pay for something and so on.
i vaguely remember the movie "Hawmps" at the drive in as a kid, a calvary using camels, that's about all i remember.
so much of it has went away and no really good reason for it to.
I ❤️ TITTIES & BEER
What in the world is wrong with this country OR WORLD that parents allow this?
I never had children BUT IF I HAD….. I probably would not allow that type of shirt at 16. My philosophy is that you can wear what you want when 1) you pay for it out of your own pocket AND 2) when you are no longer living under my roof.
Congratulations to dgraff who received an award of 30 points in the PLAY BALL! game! Way to go, Dan!
Thank you team
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"Women vs Men Closing Car Doors"
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She doesn't have a drivers license, but a personal chauffeur, me.
She even picked it out for me. I was looking for a car on only registered users can see external links,
but couldn't find 2 specific brand/types/vintage/model on the top of my list.
Then she found one a little bit lower on my list, in red metallic with a sports pack on it. She urged me to go look at it. I liked the look of it, the ride was nothing exciting,
but acceptable, it's full of extra's that would have made the other cars very expensive,
so I made a deal and bought it.
She's fond of the car. Still, she lets the tailgate just drop, while I guide it down.
She slams the doors, and she always lets the seat belt hang down and backwards.
I don't know what it is. However, if I see how she mistreats her bike, while she also
lets someone fix it every time it breaks, it must be some disability to care about things,
or something like that.
I always fix the seat belts, every time someone used any of them. It's not just women.
I just accept the door-slamming now. I just accepted the car as transport, instead of 'treasure'. Five years ago, I was in a pile-up. I hit the brake in full ABS, but it was so wet that I still hit the car in front of me at about 10 mph. The back was hit even harder by the person behind me. Their insurance paid for the damage to the back, and my insurance paid for the car in front of me. I have all-risk insurance, so it paid for my front damage too, but I lost some claim-free years and my maximum no-claim discount. The damage was fixed perfectly, but the metallic shine is off a bit. That bugged me for a while. I had to relinquish some love for the car to accept it.
A few years back, I still paid money to fix some scratches, but I stopped doing that. There's a crack in the back bumper, that would probably cost several hundred dollars
to fix, but I just said "fuck it!". As long as nothing is at risk of falling off, I just let it deteriorate. Maybe someone hits the back again, and then I can have it fixed
on their insurance.
A hundred years ago, my parents purchased my clothing, my shoes, etc. They expected my sisters and I to take care our things, to come home from school, change from our “school clothes” and into our “play clothes”. The school clothes were properly hung on hangers, folded up and put away in the chest of drawers, etc. But if we tore up our school clothes or shoes, we knew mom and dad would replace them with new.
Fast forward to my early 20’s, I’m working and indecently living outside of my parents home and I have to buy my own clothes and shoes. I am glad that my parents taught me to respect my possessions and take care of them properly. I realize money does not grow on trees and how many hours I must work to afford that “must have” purse I desperately want.
Perhaps I’m generalizing too much and I don’t want to pigeon hole every renter however I do not feel that all renters respect the home and property that they rent. The home is not theirs, when they want to move on they do so and they may leave you, the homeowner, with a mess.
Getting back to your car and your girlfriend, my guess is that if she invested her 30k (plus) to purchase an automobile, she would treat it more respectfully. My guess is that most people are not in a position of replacing their cars every year and attempt to take care of it so that the car can provide reliable service until it is paid off and possibly beyond.
But why would that be more applicable to me, that to my girlfriend?
We have a shared pool of money that we both work for. Her job is tougher than mine.
We spent the same money for the car as for her bike. She feels less bothered when spending money than me though. I'm pretty frugal. It's mostly my girlfriend who tells me when we need to spend money on something. However, she knows that if we spend money on one thing, the list of expenses is not getting additions for a while.
I paid $17.500 for the car. I never took out a loan for a car though.
I only borrowed $3000 from my parents for a car once, when I bough the car
before my current one, but I paid them back in 3 months.
I have driven all my cars to "beyond economical repair".
The first one was an absolute death trap, when I drove it to the junkyard.
It was one brisk braking action removed from the front wheels breaking off.
The cars after, still had some trade-in value left.
A hundred years ago (when I was 23) I bought my first house. I was so excited, I bought new furniture for what we call the living room (some call it a lounge and now these rooms are located more toward the back of the house and they’re supersized and called “family room”). Anyway, I had a female roommate who would dig her feet into my brand new sofa/couch. My mother NEVER allowed us to put our feet in the furniture so when Nancy did this, I had a problem with it. That coupled with she would could in one of my nonstick pans and rather than dirty a plate that she would have to wash she would eat out of the pan. There were cut marks and scratches, you can imagine. She would pack her lunch and take my utensils, knives, forks, spoons, as needed and sometimes they never made it back home. My guess is that because she did not dig into her pockets and pay for these things, she was not aware of the cost. I only had a roommate for 4 months and I told Nancy that she needed to find a new place……
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“ Fifty people awaken in a darkened room, arranged in two concentric circles around a black dome. When they attempt to move from their designated platforms or touch the others, alarms sound off. When someone ignores the warning and leaves formation, a beam from the dome kills them, and their body is quickly removed. As the others panic, a man attempts to calm them, but the device kills him mid-sentence. Thereafter, every two minutes, another person is killed. After several people die, the group realizes that the room's technology allows them to use hand gestures to vote for who dies, while arrows on the floor show each person their own vote but not others'. They attempt to boycott the vote, but someone is randomly selected to die after two minutes.
Following a college student's suggestion, the group buys time to think by deciding in advance to eliminate the elderly for the next selections. The captives discuss where they are, how they got there, who has abducted them, and why. A young man, Eric, remembers attempting to flee Los Angeles, and others concur. Eric says that he was pulled into the air, later waking in a red room with other humans. The old man next in line agrees, saying he saw and heard aliens. The disbelieving group eliminates him instead of listening.
After the college student aggressively targets a 52-year-old cancer survivor over the objections of people who do not consider her elderly, he is eliminated. Several people say they recognize the others: a man identifies the woman next to him as his wife, another man identifies the doctor he was having an affair with, and a tattooed man is eliminated after he admits to a cop's accusation of domestic violence. After several minorities are quickly eliminated, an African-American man claims the process has become racist. Several others dispute this, but when the cop goes on a racist rant, he is selected next.
The captives experiment with voting, find they cannot vote for themselves, and attempt to give one vote to every person in the circle. One man gives a second vote for a pregnant woman, so Eric votes for him; this causes a tie and the man is killed in a run-off vote. After several take their own lives by leaving formation to buy the others time, an atheist antagonizes the theists who praised the volunteers' faith. The atheist is briefly saved, but when he mocks the girl beside him for having her boss pay for her breast enlargement, he is killed. A homophobic lawyer targets a lesbian, and he is killed as a result. The group realizes that one of the final two people left must not vote (and be killed) to render a winner.
The group creates a schism. One bloc (led by Eric, a Marine, a one-armed man) believes that everyone should sacrifice themselves to save a pregnant woman and a little girl, while the other bloc (led by a bearded man and a banker) wants to eliminate them immediately as a threat to their survival, as they believe everyone is equal and no special privileges should be afforded. After eliminating a Spanish translator, a Hispanic immigrant and the little girl tie, resulting in him sacrificing his own life. The husband is forced to vote with Eric's bloc when they threaten to eliminate his wife, but, under interrogation, the couple admit that they concocted the relationship to curry favor, resulting in the "husband's" elimination.
Eric's faction incurs heavy losses after a six-way tie but eliminates the other faction, leaving only Eric, the pregnant woman, the girl, and a silent man who has never voted. Eric theorizes that aliens have used the process to learn about humanity's values. After the silent man is eliminated, Eric and the girl agree to simultaneously sacrifice themselves. As the girl dies by suicide, Eric instead casts a last-second vote to kill the pregnant woman, only to realize that the pregnant woman's unborn child counts as a person. Eric votes to kill the child and then wakes up in Los Angeles where he joins a group of people, composed primarily of children and pregnant women, watching a fleet of alien crafts float over Los Angeles.”
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See below. I DID NOT understand the joke. mr_blue presented his spin and I still have no admit that I’m confused and saying “what if”…
Boy, that person was out to win, no matter what. It was pretty shocking to me that he could backstab like that but it's allowed in the game and being devious sure is part of human nature. The last scene...maybe those people standing and looking were other winners of other games (if "games" would be the right word) and simply wondering what the aliens were going to do next. Why they're not quickly walking away looking for a place to hide, I don't know. I like the red and black colors theme of the alien stuff.
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