For me, I go with:

One long honk : PAY ATTENTION! Right now to avoid an accident!

One short honk: hey bud, not mad but the light changed, or similar. Also used when I see someone I know.

Two short honks: did not respond to one short honk. Also used when I was the one to fuck up - accompanied by head nod/bow, arms up with hands upturned, mouthing “I’m sorry”, and/or similar gestures.

Two long honks: you did something bad, like turning out in front of me with not enough room. I’m yelling about it!

Combination of short and long honks: I’m pissed at what you just did. Mad enough that I want to shame you, at least enough to make your next several minutes awkward. Given the chance I’m flipping you off, or simply shaking my head in acknowledgment of your shame.

Not even that bigger. Enlargement surgery is highly risky (even if this guy died of a heart attack), and only promises like 2cm in additional length. Girth increases are slightly more substantial though. It sounds like he was getting the type that is just an injection of fat in the dick, which is comparatively less risky.

The risks involved are wild. A sizable amount of doctors doing enlargements have questionable standings with their local medical boards. It’s also not uncommon to find places that are very vague about what they are adding or changing about your body, while promising extreme results. Infections, loss of function, constant erection due to the addition of harder structures, decreased sensitivity are some of the more alarming, yet not uncommon risks. As it’s an elective, specialized surgery, practices are often aggressive and manipulative in dealing with clients/potential clients. Is not unheard of for places to require multiple surgeries, when it turns out there were complications with the first one.

Easiest way to get rid of undocumented immigrants is to grant them all citizenship. Problem solved.

As a person who submitted multiple school papers on a '95 typewriter I can say this: the "newer"style presented a similar issue. Pressing a key was similar to pressing a key on a computer keyboard, as opposed to traditional typewriters where the key press is physically pressing a stamp into ink paper (the ribbon).

I’m not sure how the 1995 one worked, but there were no physical stamps, and it required power. It still left a visible impression on the ribbon though.

This one was fancy and had multiple ribbons in a cartridge. The bottom ribbon was ink, but there was also a highlighter ribbon and an eraser ribbon. For the time, this was very high end. Almost like having a real computer!

The ribbon is just 2 wheels on gears, that work the spool of ink ribbon from one wheel to the other. I’ve taken them apart a few times, and yeah you can just read what was typed. If you have a fancy one that does erasing, both ribbons move the same, so retyping will end up with a ribbon that has jumbled letters. On older typewriters you can still manually move back on the line you are working on. Depending on the machine, and it’s mechanics, it might have a “backspace” button that might roll back the ribbon as well.

It’s not going to remove letters, but you can go over the same space on the paper multiple times. (As example: you accidentally hit “a” instead of “e”. You hit backspace to readjust to where the" a" is. You then press “e”. Repeat that 5 or 6 times, and the “e” should be visible on top the original “a”.)

If I’m not mistaken, there used to be typewriter tape available, might still be available. Used for instances that the ribbon gets tangled and you have to tape it back together. If that’s the case, just rig the receiving wheel so that you can remove used ribbon. Burn the ribbon and done.

I make Claude read a file called “reflections” at the beginning of each session. Actually there’s 3 files: reflections, working memory and patterns not to repeat. There’s a section in reflections that addresses the fact that I don’t like ass kissing, and that I want Claude to tell me things that it thinks might be wrong. Having Claude read this helps. It sometimes tells me things like “i think I’m just being agreeable for the sake of agreeing”, and “here’s an idea that I don’t think will work, but it’s okay if I’m wrong.”

I’m a poll worker in Ohio. Last year was my 3rd presidential election. The amount of people who came in wanting to vote, but were not on our roles was incredibly high. I’m sure it’s disheartening for the voters, but man was that rough for workers too. Having to explain over and over that it sounds like you’ve been purged get rough.

Actually, the names were coined by a writer working for a pop magazine. He based the names on their personalities. After the article was published the names spread like wildfire with the public.

It wasn’t till later that The Spice Girls officially adopted the names. At least some of the members actually hated them. Unfortunately, all their fans were already using them, so the group didn’t have much of a choice.

I’m in the US. Got a text from my son, 12th grade, the other day at 12:09pm that said, “we just had our sixth fight today”

To clarify, he did mean 6th of the day, not the school year. He goes to the worst highschool in the area. Anyone with the capabilities gets their kids in a different school. We do not have those abilities. On the upside, he’s learning how to avoid conflict and enjoying his phlebotomy class. He’ll even be a certified phlebotomist by the end of the year (assuming his teacher can get access to funding for supplies that she’s currently disappearing from her hospital job)!

*I’m donating blood tomorrow at the local bank. Usually donate a few times a year, but scheduled for tomorrow for a specific reason. I have name and phone number of his teacher, and a list of supplies. I’m donating now to give me an excuse to ask for a supply donation from the blood bank. It’s a long shot, but the answer is always no when you don’t ask 🤷‍♀️

I’m not sure your location, but I highly advise spending the extra money on AWD. If you have hills plus rain or snow, it’s the difference between peeling out from a stop and just going.

My first Sienna was FWD. We live on the side of a hill - steep enough that a family pass time is watching cars struggle in the winter. Had to park at the bottom several times with the FWD. Never had a problem with the AWDs.

Sienna’s are great! I’ve owned 4 of them (because I tend to total cars), and been happy with all of them. Gets decent mileage for a van, and they hold value better than just about any other mini van. Never felt safer when ramming into the back of a semi while going 70mph! The van was totaled, but me and the kids were perfectly fine.

I’m not sure you know enough about the general relationship between Elvis and his manager “Colonel” Tom Parker, to be making assumptions like Elvis having a remotely equal say in career decisions.

Yes he did scam Elvis. He did that a lot infact.

He was also not a Colonel, even though he told people he was. He stole money from Presley to cover gambling debts, that’s on top of his 50% managers cut. He prevented Elvis from touring Europe due to his own immigration status. Also pressured Presley into film, as opposed to focusing more on music.

Parker did pressure Elvis into the military. Hell, he even influenced the relationship between Elvis and Priscilla, whom Elvis met while serving.

For shits and giggles, I tried to go the path of “yeah but…” starting with his nickname. Surely he was named “big balls” a decade or so ago by other people, no he named himself. Surely his previous connections are just that, previous and years if not decades old, no, it’s 2 years, at most.

“Big Balls” is 19 y/o 🙄 at this point. He gave himself that name and has ties to unknown hackers. He has “senior advisor” status, filling a role, that should likely be filled by a bureaucrat accountant - as opposed to a kid whose resume is being a ‘techbro with hacker connections’ and programming knowledge.

I just have to curse here. Jesus fucking Christ! What the hell! Dummkopf, i’idiot, idiota, was zur holle, що в біса, що в біса

Signing is a verification of having received the citation. It is an important safeguard. An individual cannot (as easily) claim to not know about the citation when their signature is on it. Police cannot create citations after the fact because of the required signature.

However, there are a lot of people who misunderstand the purpose of signing. People often think signing is an admission of guilt, or otherwise agreeing to the charge. If I had to guess, Vu thought something similar. I’m sure the language barrier did not help.

That cop still outrageously overreacted and should face charges and termination… Not that it will happen, but one can dream.

Your argument ignores the value of diversity within a business. A diverse workforce offers much more variety in how to progress the company. Peoples of similar traits and backgrounds tend to have similar ideas and methods. More diversity can increase problem solving, customer relations, and ingenuity by forcing all parties to see things from different perspectives.

The US has a long history of employers refusing to hire minorities/paying the “othered” less. We are not so far removed from these practices to reliably function without laws and regulations ensuring businesses not fall back to old habits. Slavery in the US ended around 150 years ago. The Jim Crow laws, officially, almost 60 years ago. Sundown towns were still around, though not as common, 45 years ago.

It sounds like while your disability impacts your relationships, you are still physically capable of masturbating. There is a wide range of physical disabilities that can leave a person rather isolated outside of family, and incapable of physically “getting the job done”, while otherwise being healthy enough for sex/orgasms. So while you may have a great deal of trouble with forming relationships and meeting people, you are still able to experience the physical and mental relief of an orgasm. This is not attainable for everyone, and prostitutes can help in many of those situations.

I usually don’t have a nice fine ground coffee on hand. Cocoa powder works just as well! Gives a nice earthy depth to the chili!

Yeah, there’s always an oddly large amount of houses in my neighborhood who don’t hand out candy. They’ll have all the signals of participation: decorations, porch light on, interior light on and nothing. Especially on bad weather nights, the kids only really hit up the visibly active houses.

We usually go to the other side of the neighborhood too, where there’s greater participation (our immediate area doesn’t have a lot of kids, so not a lot of houses either). Folks probably resent us when we choose to drive due to weather, park and unleash trick or treaters. We’re not from out of neighborhood though (just don’t want to walk the extra blocks in freezing rain) and even if we were, why does it matter? I put out/hand out candy every year and don’t care who takes it. I bought it for the purpose of giving it away after all 🤷‍♀️. Last few years I’ve been driving to random street corners that look busy, and hand out while sitting on the trunk of my car, lol.

Not enough caves.

The thing is, you don’t know if the customer is just an asshole or oblivious. So, I could confront you and risk being yelled at (which I really don’t want to deal with at the end of a shift), then stand around waiting for a half hour, OR I could skip the yelling and just stand around waiting for a half hour.

I work at a restaurant inside a park. We open an hour after the park opens, and one of the store entrances is attached to the park welcome building. The doors for that entrance do not securely lock, and can be opened, with a bit of struggle, while locked. You know it’s going to be an interesting day when you have to kick people out BEFORE we open. We don’t turn the lights on until open, but every couple weeks people still manage to get in and expect to be seated.

You can hear them struggle with the door from across the room. They walk into a dark restaurant. You say “I’m sorry we don’t open for another 15 minutes”. Most of the time their response is not to apologize and leave. I’ve heard the open ended statements “Well we’re here now”, or “your doors were unlocked”, or even the more presumptuous “can we eat in the trolley?”. They are still made to wait outside and are inevitably mad about it.

I will choose to avoid confrontation anytime I can, as most of the time I don’t have a choice.

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