Hurricane Helene - she's going to be on expensive bitch
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I remember being down in Florida when Andrew hit. Went out to a restaurant two nights before and the bartender was a newbie who was told that he could offer specials on booze to help empty the inventory before the storm hit. He told the 15 people in the restaurant that cocktails were $0.50 because he was still practicing on getting the proportions right.
That's one of the few times in my life where I don't have a particular memory of how I got back from the bar to my hotel room. I DO remember that the flight out the next day was not particularly pleasant.
Uninformed again.
The hippies (not real hippies - just wanna-be’s who think smoking weed makes you a hippie) aren’t safe there anymore. Nobody is. Bardstown Road is now a high-crime area. Shootings, including drive-by spraying of bars. Bars getting closed because of too many cop-runs and noise violations.
People who lose the ability to be cool ruin it for all. Their violence is real.
Standing in an empty Times Square.
When the neighbors wife walks towards you, crying with a pregnancy test in her hand.
Very weak troll. (Do you even know any “black peoples”? I’m taking the “under.”)
Stupid, violent, uncool people. Drunks. Druggies. Woman beaters. People of low moral fiber. People who lack basic dignity. People who choose the low life.
That graph doesn't mean what you think it does.Take a Xanax and settle down. ACE has been relatively stable for 50 years.
Allow me to explain it to you.
First, I grew up in a lower middle class neighborhood. My neighbor would get drunk and mow the wrong yard, repeatedly, all on the same day by mistakenly pushing a lawn chair over it, instead of his lawn mower. That must have been harder than cooking fries at McDonalds.
So as you can see, I will fix all of this. Thank you for being here. hahahahaha
Just the “black sheep” cousin - who, interestingly, moved to Atlanta after, um, “wearing out his legal welcome” in Kentucky.
The rest of us are cool, man.
Joe, your neighbor sounds a lot like Lawnchair Larry who attached an ordinary lawn chair to 42 helium filled weather baloons and flew for 42 minutes reaching an estimated altitude of 16,000 feet.
Upon his descent he became entangled in electrical power lines.
LArry sounds like a do'er ! don't fvck around talking... get busy doing!
16,000' he probably either froze to death or ran out of oxygen. For some reason, that mental image makes me think of aloha. Pushing envelopes and teaching how to think properly. A true legend of selflessness. RIP Larry! He may have made it, until he was "grounded"! Never be the ground.
Made me think of the movie Danny Deckchair. Maybe Lawnchair Larry was the book they adapted for the screenplay.
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