Recently a reader asked how many phone numbers Donald Trump knew. While I enjoy a dig on the president as much as the next person, how many phone numbers do ANY of us know? I know my wife's number and that that's it. I can give you my childhood number, my grandparents’ number, and my number in college, but all of those numbers are dead. Thanks to cell phones, I don't think anybody knows any phone numbers anymore. How many numbers do you know off the top of your head?
As long as the lot isn’t all jammed up with cars hunting for an available spot, I don’t have any problem with people backing in. I do it when the mood strikes. You back in now so that you don’t have to back out later. That’s just being proactive. When I stuff myself with pizza and want to go home so I can get EXTREMELY stoned, I don’t wanna waste any time. I want to be the Pack Leader.Why does everyone seem to be backing into parking spaces these days? I know new cars have backup cameras, but even so, most people still suck at backing up. In my parking garage, every time there's some idiot straddling the line, it's someone who's backed into the space.
My idea to "fix" instant replay: put the decision-making onus on the refs. Under this plan, only refs can ask for replay AND they are limited in the number they can use in a game. Two ref challenges per game feels right to me. After the two are used…that's it, all calls—two minutes be damned!—are live and in real time.
One day, I heard someone in my group of friends pronounce the traditionally female name "Erin" and the traditionally male name "Aaron" the exact same way. This blew my freaking mind. I immediately brought it up and asked the person if they were aware that they just pronounced two clearly different names the same way, to which they replied, "Of course. They are the same." A more sane human would let this go, but I have died on this hill. Erin and Aaron are just not pronounced the same way. They are spelled wildly different for crying out loud. We live in a society with laws, not anarchy. Please tell me I am right here?
Am I a jerk for not bagging my own groceries at the grocery store? I swear some cashiers will intentionally not bag the groceries while they ring you up in hopes that you will do it yourself. Then they give you the stink-eye when you are just awkwardly standing there while they are bagging up your groceries.
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Let’s say you can only own one car for the rest of your life. The kicker here is you have to do all your own maintenance. If you get in a wreck you can take it to a body shop, but anything that you would normally use a mechanic for is now your responsibility. What car do you choose? I (being less than mechanically inclined) think it has to be an old VW Beetle or VW Bus on account of a dude once told me that the engines in those vehicles were very simple to work on.
My mom used to get on me for overeating when I was a kid, so I can’t really blame her for my weight problems. She even signed me up for fat camp once. This wasn’t a fat camp out in the sticks, where a drill sergeant has you running hills and dangles Twinkies in front of you on a stick for the entirety of August. This was just a class at a local hospital in Minneapolis, and I agreed to go because I was sick to death of being fat. Thus, like you, I did worry about my kids suffering from a similar adolescent fate.You once wrote in a Funbag about the horrors of growing up fat (the name calling, the shaming, etc…). I also struggled with my weight as a kid, and the battle persists to this day. This is irrational, but sometimes I blame my parents for my fatness due to their letting me eat whatever I wanted growing up. Snacks were everywhere in our house, and I never was never one to hold back. I am a current father of a one-year old, and I’m already concerned that he will also struggle with his weight like I did. As a father, have you taken any proactive steps in the hope that your kids don’t get fat?
Were they old? Because wearing shoes and socks in sauna is a strong old person move. Old people are either way too overdressed or way too underdressed at the gym. That’s hard law. I walk into my gym’s locker room and one old guy is putting Vaporub on his nutsack while another is gearing up for the treadmill like he’s about to climb fucking Everest. There’s never an in-between. One old guy at the gym the other day was on the elliptical in a hoodie and wearing a BACKPACK. A full backpack, too! So either he was a) cutting weight for a wrestling meet, b) training to walk the Appalachian Trail, c) Icelandic, or d) Just fucking weird. I think D is the simplest explanation.I met the two weirdest sauna-goers today; the first walked in wearing sweatpants and a hoodie but stripped down immediately and sat by his clothes, the second walked in without a shirt, wearing shorts (not strange), but wearing shoes and socks. Which is weirder? Why strip in the sauna? Why collect all that shoe stank?
Okay if every New Yorker talked like they were extra in Fargo, I’d be pretty goddamn amused. HEY THERE YA, I’M WALKING ACROSS THE STREET DONTCHA KNOW IT?! That’s even funnier than if Boston and New York were forced to switch accents, which would be entertaining for six seconds before being just as annoying as the current accent distribution, if not more so.I do not support exporting the Philly accent because, as I’ve said before, the Philly accent doesn’t exist and people there made it up because they’re jealous the other cities in the Northeast Corridor get to have them. I also don’t support a flat accent in Texas because, in my travels, I’ve found that a shitload of Texans don’t have a strong accent anyway. Americans are all transplants like that. So then, here are some other ideas for accent immigration:If you could redistribute America's regional accents to be re-concentrated in different parts of the country (but locals still retain their demeanors), what are the most amusing potential outcomes? My votes go to the "Minnesota nice" accent taking over NYC, the Philly accent going to sunny San Diego and the Pacific Northwest no accent at all prevailing in Texas.
- San Francisco gets the Virginia plantation accent. I DO DECLAY-UH THAT THE NEW GOOGLE BUS HERE IS THE OPTIMAL FORM OF TRANSPORT YES I DO.
- Maine gets the Alabama accent.
- Alabama gets the Maine accent. It would really enhance white Alabama’s status as cave people.
- New Orleans gets the Michigan accent. Yes, Michigan has an accent and it happens to be the worst thing you’ve ever heard. Imagine a Wisconsin accent, only without the charm. That’s Michigan. So I’d pay to have some snotty professional Cajun type to wake up one day and be like OH MY GAAAD THIS GUMBO RACKS!
- Boston and Atlanta switch accents. Both these towns think they invented culture, so I propose they switch accents just so that I have a month-long grace period wherein I get to hear their respective forms of insufferable provincialism. Tommy from Quinzee being like Y’ALL AIN’T FROM ‘ROUND HERE SO YOU DON’T GIT US OR WHY WE LOVE DIPPIN’.
I don’t make bread or pasta at home because I’m lazy and because good versions of both are readily available at the corner store. However, everyone I know who’s made bread swears by this "easy"(always beware recipes labeled as easy), no-knead bread recipe. This recipe requires a Dutch oven, but Amazon now makes their own line of knockoff Le Creuset enamel cast iron Dutch ovens for, like, a tenth of the price. Are they cheaper because they’re made in a hollowed-out mountain somewhere in Guangdong province where Jeff Bezos personally oversees the knotting of all employees’ urethras? Probably. But still, WHAT A DEAL.I’m looking to start baking my own bread at home and was wondering if you had any tips or recipes. I’ve been googling up some recipes but feel like I would fuck it up somehow or just make something really bland.
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Indeed he does.I don't know if you're still taking grandpa stories, but a guy I work with is old enough to be my grandpa, and whenever we work out in the field together, he brings soda in a pair of nested large cups from Sonic. Styrofoam, so it squeaks constantly in the truck cup holder while we're bumping down rough caliche roads. I assumed it was a spit cup at first since it certainly looks gross enough by now, but nope, it's for beverage. Everybody else around here is naturally mad for Yeti drinkware, but my man's got the perfectly adequate substitute, I guess.