That’s not a dishwasher, that’s just an expensive drying rack

Ghey

What do we got on this thing, a CuisinArt?!? LUDICROUS SPEED, GOOOO!!!

Fool me once, shame on you… fool me twice, shame on glue.

It’s 2 per, as in:

Give me 2 per Cuz I need two per

1 girl, 1 (world) cup?

Gen-x millennial here… (born in the late 70’s but still know how to build and use computers)

I used to smoke weed thru a “pinch-hitter” while waking thru supermarkets or riding the bus. It was a little ceramic or steel cigarette shaped and colored pipe that you could stuff just enough for a toke or two into. Very discrete.

I’d save the pop cans and apples for after school or when I forgot my chambered metal pipe.

We still did the same shit, it just didn’t taste as good

Then I guess we best just leave the petcock out of the discussion

I’ve heard one like this before…

Two guys in a prison cell, one brand new.

His first night, he hears people shouting out numbers… “18!” then the whole cell block laughing. “37!” was the next intelligible response, followed by more uncontrollable laughter. “109!” and nobody could even respond. The night ended with people laughing until they wet their pants.

Next day, he asks his cell mate what the hell was going on, and cell mate says “hey, we all been here so long, we already know all the jokes, so instead of reciting them, we just call them out by number.”

That night, newbie listens in again. Each time, someone tells of a random sounding number, and each time, the entire cell block erupts in laughter.

Next day, newbie decides he’s going to give it a try. He waits for someone else to start… “24!” And people were chuckling, so he waited. “47!!!” and the cell block started rolling. So he decided it’s now or never, and he shouts out “73!” and the whole block goes silent.

Newbie felt super embarrassed, shut his mouth and went to bed for the night. The next morning he talked to his cell mate, asked him what happened… cell mate simply shrugged and said “i guess some people just don’t know how to tell a joke!”

¯_(ツ)_/¯

I just took an NFPA 70E electrical safety course, and the instructor was talking about how electricians love to cuddle.

I thought it was weird for a sec, then I remembered the last time I opened an electrical panel with someone else nearby. Then I remembered every other time I opened an electrical panel with other people nearby. Then I remembered all the times that I was all the other people nearby.

Then he showed us a video of an arc flash with 3 people inside the panel, and then there was nobody nearby.