Minor Confession Thread

In reply to Stampie :

My dad never gave me any ball sack advice. 

i cast my vote for Stampie as hardest motherberkeleyer on planet earth.  rubbing alcohol on the ballsack?!?!   I did that once when i caught a wrinkle in my zipper.  then i cried like a little kid who just dropped his ice cream cone.

In reply to AngryCorvair (Forum Supporter) :

It stung a little but it was that and get the tick to release a some or pull off a tick that's full latched onto your sack like a pit bull.

Never did i anticipate the day i would be standing in lowes designing a flower bed and hedges to make my yard nicer but more maintenance intensive. 

AngryCorvair (Forum Supporter) said:

i cast my vote for Stampie as hardest motherberkeleyer on planet earth.  rubbing alcohol on the ballsack?!?!   I did that once when i caught a wrinkle in my zipper.  then i cried like a little kid who just dropped his ice cream cone.

I mean, I was thinking the same thing, but I was also thinking that ballsack maintenance is not really a GRMable subject, so...

Datsun310Guy said:

In reply to Stampie :

My dad never gave me any ball sack advice. 

My Dad never had to.

Datsun310Guy said:

In reply to Stampie :

My dad never gave me any ball sack advice. 

12 year old me;

Your Mom gave me ball sack advice

/12 year old me

Most of the people I interact with (family excluded) get on my nerves. 

Standing at the clock waiting to punch out this morning I was stuck standing next to a loud jackass who felt the need to harass all of the other Jackasses that were clocking in.

"Hey, go jump on BillyBobJoeJim's back!"

"He ain't got the balls!"

"You see that new supervisor? What a moron!"

I'm just standing there, staring straight ahead, seething, fully aware that this will be my life for the next 30 years.

It amazes me every day that, in a nasty foundry, I walk shoulder-to-shoulder with the foremost experts in climatology, political science, virology, world finance, and a whole host of other subjects that are beyond the grasp of the vast majority of the population. 

TL/DR, I'm old and cranky.

Even though I've stopped riding on the street, I really want to pick up a Honda Ruckus to customize.

Part of why I decided to keep the biscuit in the first place was the stock intake and exhaust are both intact and in great shape. 
My confession is that I genuinely think this beat up old 90s Honda is one of the best sounding vehicles I've ever heard. 

Took my oldest (4yo) on a trial run cub scout outing last weekend. He had an amazing time, but...

Seeing a group of elementary school kids sitting at a picnic table laying out and discussing pokemon cards and also debating the relative merits of the different Dragonball series...  

I was dizzy for a moment and thought I had hit some kind of time warp.

Then I joined the conversation...

Apexcarver said:

Seeing a group of elementary school kids sitting at a picnic table laying out and discussing pokemon cards and also debating the relative merits of the different Dragonball series...  

I was dizzy for a moment and thought I had hit some kind of time warp.

Then I joined the conversation...

 

You DO know what day today is, don't you?

Minor confession: I got through almost two pages before I realized this wasn't the meme thread gone off-topic again 

For the first time in my adult life, I have the keys to a home that is mine, that does not share any walls with anyone else's home. 

Mndsm said:

For the first time in my adult life, I have the keys to a home that is mine, that does not share any walls with anyone else's home. 

Sounds like a major win!

Mndsm said:

For the first time in my adult life, I have the keys to a home that is mine, that does not share any walls with anyone else's home. 

HELL YEAH BROTHER! Post pics!

In reply to Mndsm :

Congratulations!

Mndsm said:

For the first time in my adult life, I have the keys to a home that is mine, that does not share any walls with anyone else's home. 

Occasionally I think about a condominium or townhouse but the wife says since I'm 50% Italian I'm too loud and can't live with just a wall between me and the neighbors.

Last week we lost power all of a sudden. Huge boom and then nothing.

Lineman comes out and removes one very roasted squirrel from the top power pole junction. First thought was "well he went towards the light". Then this hit my brain:

Having a bad sense of humor combined with Photoshop skills can be dangerous. Ride on little badass squirrel.

In reply to slefain :

Flash before my eyes

Now it's time to (eat all the ice cream before it melts)

That is the first step in a power outage, right? Eat all the ice cream?

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The neighbor is noodling on his bass outside and I want to grab it and start playing NIB

He's playing Dazed and Confused now, at least.  In key, at least, although a little off time, and missing a couple of the little flourishes, but hell, he's out there playing and I am in here trying to figure out a spring rate

Last night I was the shiny happy person driving around with his high beams on, but it wasn't forgetfulness or spite. The passenger low beam went out Wednesday, so I ordered a pair of bulbs, but the drivers low beam went out yesterday while out running errands, and the new bulbs aren't here till tomorrow.

I finally got around to watching Beavis and Butthead Do the Universe.  It was incredibly dumb, and I couldn't stop berkeleying laughing.

My "Fun Cars" have always been the cars that nobody knew I was having fun with. 

Sometimes I take too much melatonin and have some wild ass dreams. Like last night when the tonin kicked in and had me doing kettlebell swings with Neil DeGrasse Tyson.