Discussion in 'The Red Room' started by Rimjob Bob, Jan 12, 2019.
of course the mountain flipped upside down mid-day so it would be an uphill trip both ways!
No mountains in my 'hood, but I lived on the border between two Catholic parishes, there were no school buses (the Catholic church being perennially strapped for cash to stash their valuables in the Vatican basements and keep relocating pedophile priests), and the school lunchroom was reserved for "children whose mothers "had to work" (translation: single mothers or those whose husbands didn't earn enough).
So, we schlepped eight blocks in the morning, eight blocks home for lunch (with a window of 40 minutes to scarf down a bologna sandwich and run out the door), eight blocks back to school, and then eight blocks home at 3 o'clock.
(NYC, for the uninitiated, has two seasons: Hazy, Hot, and Humid; and Snow, Sleet, and Freezing Rain. There was a window of a few weeks in April and October where the weather was pristine, but thanks to the "myth" of climate change, even that has largely disappeared.)
I recall walking over packed-down snow that was two feet deep, where we didn't see the sidewalk until late March. As an adult in Staten Island, watching my neighbor across the street get in her car to drive three blocks to the health club to "work out" always cracked me up.
*Cue the Stoopids making their predictable Stoopid comments about my age. And...go.
ETA: The "school lunchroom" was a dank basement with some tables and chairs, period. The kids had to bring their own bag lunches. Mom had to pull double shifts and forgot to pack your lunch? Well, sucks to be you...
Squeeze those cheeks in a red shirt cause Kirk’s gonna kill ‘em.
"Captain, I believe this what would be called a 'sexually reproducing pumpkin.' Beware, orange men with delusions of granduer and great wealth have been known to be born from these, but I find that to be highly illogical. I suggest we proceed with caution."
When I was young I lived in the mid point of a dirt road. The road had a slant that was constant. The bus looped around and picked up on both ends of the road but did not go down it. The latest pick up was on the high side, and the earliest drop off was on the low side. So me and my sister actually walked over a mile to the bus stop up hill both ways in the snow, rain, ice, and mud because the bus would not come down our road.
From a friend of mine.
So is that pickard having a meltdown at the borg from the movies, or him in the episode where he shared minds with Spock's father who was suffering from TDS?
Dude, Q's involved. Don't overthink it.
Seriously, enough with the Karen/cat memes. Those got old about 1342398758273689762345 versions ago.
FTFY Whatever, old man.
It's the GAPED PUMPKIN Charlie Brown!
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