Just a happy little mistake

Pretty much anything by Marina and the Diamonds. Specifically Pimadonna Girl, though.

Aw, hell yes

Dogpile.com is back

I read somewhere a few years ago that the decline of “you’re welcome” is due to a shifting in definitions or whatever- “you’re welcome” has come to mean “you are always welcome to my free labor” whereas “no problem” says something more like “I don’t have an issue spending my time on you.”

Amen, brother.

Extracted lsa from morning glory seeds in order to make my own knock-off lsd

Thanks :-) Happy New Year soon

Basswood? More like bas relief wood

Sorry

Good ole Rule 36.5

I’ll be honest, I have no clue where this would fit. I’ve looked for communities about weird personal stories, or like tales from the countryside or something, but I got nothing.

Maybe we should start a community.

Ok. I haven’t read this yet, but “my grandmother’s sister went into the wheat drying room” is not a sentence I was prepared for. Give me a few moments to compose myself.

Post it as a comment here and we’ll decide after

The whole community was heavily Italian, steeped in mafia lore, and generally had an air of “being looked after.” The shoveling incident just seemed to me a little like I had been turned into a “made man”.

It was probably all just me being a naive little Kentucky boy far from home, but… I dunno.

Like many other things, it really depends on the community and whatnot. For instance, I was building a power plant in Pennsylvania, and rented an apartment in Old Forge; I lived directly across the street from where they held the annual Italian heritage festival, and about a block from a very locally famous cafe. Outside this cafe sat a Buick with a custom license plate that said “MAFIA”

There were also signs everywhere around town that said something along the lines of “Soandso has been missing for an amount of time and SOMEONE IN THIS TOWN KNOWS WHERE HE IS”

I also shoveled the older lady who lived next door’s sidewalk and porch the first time it snowed while I was there; she said she was gonna tell her son what I did, and then I never had to shovel another sidewalk for the next two years. Mine or elseways.

So that could be something.

Boy ain’t it the truth.

Probably add some reverb as well.

Matt Bragg works at Trader Joe’s now?

What are you, bragging?

Nice. Subbed.