There's a place in Mesa close to the border with Chandler that has killer tacos and local beers on tap. Put your laundry in, gorge on Mexican food and beer, put laundry in, more tacos and beer, stumble out to the car with your laundry all wadded up, and sleep it off on a bed of freshly cleaned shirts.
Like we have got to make laundromats aesthetic. In my entire life I have only ever been in one laundromat that didn’t have the grungiest, nastiest, most meth-core vibe I’ve ever seen.
If I’m going to have to drag my laundry somewhere and pay to wash it I at least want my surroundings to be clean and pretty.
Did you ever get a really nice notebook and then just put it on a shelf for later? It's a really nice notebook, and you don't want to waste it on grocery lists and to do notes, but a subject matter that needs nice paper. I have a small collection of good notebooks awaiting the proper subject, and over the years they find their use.
When the old world and the new collide:
Feeding the wood stove earlier, and the fire set slipped. Had to grab a burning log to keep it from falling out, and burned the fingerprint off my finger. My phone doesn't recognize my finger now to open.
If you ever want hilarity in your life, watch a couple of chiweenies tear off hell bent for leather to try and murder a deer. And the look of sheer terror on the deer's face as Death approaches yipping at ankle height.
Nevermind the rather huge amounts of social pressure to comply with a draft notice (prison sentences, loss of benefits, good luck finding a job outside a few major metropolitan areas). Or the fact that everyone who fled the country to avoid the draft had no way of knowing Carter would pardon them, so basically had signed up to never set foot on American soil ever again. Or messing around with your draft status had an immediate and really bad effect on immigration proceedings of you and your family.
So if you did have the resources available to dodge the draft, do you think the Pentagon just reduced the number of inductees by one? No, they simply found a poor person, usually of color, that lacked those resources to take your place.
Engraved Zippo lighters from the Vietnam War.
~ Cowan’s Auctions
Watterson pulled no punches
He liberated Wallachia is what he did. He impaled 10,000 turkeys or whatever the FUCK they're called, and in this house, Vlad Dracul Tepes is a hero, END OF STORY
Remember kids...if you're going to sell out, sell out hard.
So in the interests of development of life skills, I'm going to pass down a bit of wisdom that will serve you well.
When one encounters a strange, obviously old, most definitely not a copy of the Readers Digest yearly compilation book in some strange place-perhaps like on a basalt altar you found in a cave hiking, or on a bloodstained table in the root cellar of your cousin's remote hunting cabin- there are certain rules for best practices.
1. We do not touch the book. Let it lie otherwise you'll die.
2. We do not open the book. Maybe circumstances have dictated you have to pick up the book or move it. Let it stay closed.
3. FOR ALL THAT IS SACRED, WE DO NOT I REPEAT NOT READ ALOUD FROM IT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. WE DO NOT TELL OUR FRIENDS THAT THE LATIN IS FUNNY AND READ IT ALOUD TO ILLUSTRATE THE POINT OR SOUND OUT SOME GIBBERISH PHONETICALLY. YOUR EYEBALLS STAY OFF THE PAGE, AND YOUR MOUTH DARE NOT SPEAK THE WORDS.
Practice safe eldritch knowledge.
Through my actions, I both embody and seek Slack. Therefore, my life journey is to find myself.
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