The Beatles springs to mind for me.

Elea👂👂nor Rigby.

Don’t count on people who never breathe through their nose to look deeper than what some personality on YouTube said. They don’t care about definitions, they just hear words and repeat them without looking any further. Like happy little dumb parrots. Some jackass said, “we ain’t no democracy, wurr a cawn-stuh-toosh-uhnool republic!” and they said, “huht huht! That’s right!” without bothering to learn what a constitutional republic is.

But nuthin hayuh-pinned! It wuz aint teefuh! Reeuhnt freeee..

It’s crazy how money puts people in permanent positions too, even after they’ve lost it all.

I have a friend for example, his family ran one of the biggest farms in the area. They had millions. With those millions they made very important connections.

They’ve been broke for a decade now.

See, some years back my old buddy was thrown off of a horse and has permanent brain damage. Something changed in him after that. What he’s doing isn’t something anyone can defend, but he should have been stuck in a hospital and treated. Before his mother died, she kept him on his medication and he was ok. After her death no one is there to enforce it, so he doesn’t take it.

He’s been charged with stalking three women in less than two years. He gets it in his head that they love him and they’re testing him. The judge is in on it, the police. Anything anyone says he interprets as being part of this big test. “I was there at the local arts center and the cops came and said, “We know you care for her but you can’t be here.” See, they know I care for her. It’s all a big test buddy, I’m telling you.”

It took multiple charges before they finally put him in jail. 2 with the first woman, 3 with the second, 2 with the third. Finally they couldn’t do him favors anymore. Or, favors for his dad that is. His dad played golf with the judge for years, the family lawyer is a lifelong friend who has finally had enough and was working his cases for free. I think he finally gave up after the last batch of charges.

I mean, maybe it’s because they know him and feel sorry for him having seen him grow up and the trauma his family experienced when he nearly died after the accident. Still though, money afforded him that position and even broke they still have it in a sense.

Anyone else would have been buried under the jail for what he’s done. I mean, I feel bad for him, but a line has to be drawn somewhere and the entire local small town system has pretty much let him run wild with these delusions because they know his family so well.

It’s a mess.

One we can make it work either way. :p

I personally wear a ninja turtle mask everywhere I go, but I’m down to share it.

We share our diseases in this community. Only the strong survive!

A lot of very smart people?

What’s this about a tick or toe?

Red Bull is also twice as expensive. You get used to the jitters eventually. :p

You know, until this meme and your comment I swear to gyatt I thought the word was pronounced like Wyatt. Why would I think that?

I’m getting old. One can’t pwn forever, I suppose.

At my store (which I worked at for 23 years and miss dearly), I would always let my regulars come in after closing if I could still serve them. If they had cash, I’d ring it up the next day.

That was one of 7 stores I worked in over the years (same company).

The other 6, hell no. Once they realized that I’d open the door after closing those bastards were coming up to an hour after I locked the doors. Same jerks every time yelling and cussing at me, “Well yer still here yuh faygit I don’t see why you won’t let me git a beer!”. Sometimes I’d stay late and hide in the office to watch a little tv before going home. It was always the same jackasses beating on the door at 1 AM putting their hands and faces up to the glass with stupid looks on their faces. I stopped letting them in after it became a problem for me and no matter how many times I said no, they’d walk their drunk asses to that store to try me.

It is amazing how much culture can change over 40 miles of road. I mean it, it’s crazy. Even the meth heads were polite and reasonable when they were in the middle of a 3 week, no sleep, hallucination fueled nightmare. “Ah, man. I’m so sorry that I bothered you. There’s people following me across the road so I’m just gonna borrow a little of your light here until someone I know comes to get me. I hope you have a good night.”

In that one store every local was always polite. I had two memorable assholes there over 23 years. At the others I had so many I couldn’t tell you.