AMERICA RECYCLES DAY NATIONAL BUNDT DAY NATIONAL CLEAN OUT YOUR REFRIGERATOR DAY NATIONAL PHILANTHROPY DAY NATIONAL RAISIN BRAN CEREAL DAY Oh my, what glamorous celebrations we have here. Any of you idiots recycle? One of the things I miss about living in a larger city was the convenient recycling. We had a recycle center 10 min from my house that was super well maintained. I had bins to separate everything and would drop off the stuff weekly before a grocery store run. Here, you can recycle most things except plastic. Which sucks because EVERYTHING comes in goddamn plastic. I am literally making my own laundry soap because I hate the giant plastic totes that liquid detergent comes in. If anything it has made me change my shopping habits. Clean out your fridge and make a bundt cake. I might make another one of those lemon pound cakes. Cleaning out the fridge will be extra important this week since we are traveling a week from today to drive cross country. Roadtrip bitches! My mom is roadtripping back with me and she'll be the first house visitor we've entertained since moving out here. I'm shaking my crystal ball and forsee an alphabetized spice cabinet in my future. It's her calling card. Philanthropist day: Anyone donate money for a library? Volunteer in their free time? I tried GISing variations of "sexy woman philanthropist" and that was a sad result list. Spoiler: the top 3 female philanthropists that show up in google are Oprah Winfrey, Melinda Gates, and Priscilla Chan. So you do what you want with that... Raisin Bran Cereal Day: I have found this to be a polarizing topic. I love this shit. But I also am a big fan of oatmeal raisin cookies. YAY OR NAY? Happy Friday, y'all. Just a few more hours to freedom. PS: Please do not image search "recycling porn."
I eat raisin bran every morning, so you're in good company, 'wildered. I recycle metals, typically about 1000 pounds of old car parts every month. Statistically speaking, metals are the only thing worth recycling.
Steel price is so shit for the last decade up in Northern Canada there has been no car crusher that has come by and picked up the used cars. It is very hard to get rid of a car no one wants to buy, junk yards dont want them if they cant sell them for parts, and they will not take pretty much anything now because of no car crushers.
Raisin bran lovers unite! Spoiler I think you mean monetarily speaking, more in terms of profit. There are other factors to consider however. I think it is worthwhile to not have ever growing landfills and mountains of trash that do not decompose, or that just break down into smaller pieces of plastic that harm the environment in subtle and long term ways. Microplastics are bad news for everything alive. I'd rather take care of it on the front end than deal with all that. It would be super great if manufacturers just found other ways to package shit but apparently it's up to the consumer to problem solve this one.
I think I’d chew up and eat a Kirkland-sized roll of tinfoil rather than eating Raisin Bran. There’s something about its delectable combination of random carpet debris and rabbit turds that turns me off.
It's crunchy AND chewy! And if you let it sit in milk too long it might be a little soggy. Man, I'm getting hungry.
I just logged into Disney + and saw the X-Men cartoon and it struck me (again) how utterly gross Cyclops is as a person.
Sexy sweet potato: Spoiler In other news, I've got new owlets at my shop: Spoiler Those aren't even all of them; I've got two others in another building that are starting to fly.
Those fuckers almost killed me when I was younger. We moved out to the country when I was in my early teens, and we purchased the adjoining ranch (on which I now live) sight-unseen. At the time it was just a big piece of property and the price was right. As we were exploring the new place we encountered an old hunting blind, this massive box thing raised up about three stories on a clearly redneck welded stand. My parents, being the geniuses they were, shook it a bit, figured it was stable enough to support my weight, and told me to climb up and check it out with the reassurance that the cedars would break my fall if it came to that. I was and still am scared of heights. At that age my lack of balance was also becoming an issue due to what we know know was the brain tumor. So I scale the 25-30 feet of rusted angle iron and peep my head inside the blind. A few chairs, caved in roof, a bunch of weathered, fluffy yellow carpeting that was torn up by animals and the elements and FUCKING CARPET IS MOVING AND SCREECHING AT ME WHAT THE FUCK DEMON BIRDS!!! I yelped like a banshee and attempted to descend from that blind like I was running an agility ladder, until my boots caught one of the support wires and I ended up in the cedars. The nascent Internet was of little help when the queries started with "maybe bird looks like shag carpeting got a perm," and it wasn't until a few weeks later that someone at the local tractor supply told us they were either baby owls or baby vultures. During college I put hard wood floors and a retractable roof inside that blind and would study while I was hog hunting. The boards have rotten since then, but the stand is still good.
Dude... EVERYTHING has tried to kill you at one time or another, and you have the ER reports to back it up.
There I was expecting to see some recycled boobie pics and only a pic of some fluffy chics and some weird vegetable fetish pics. I'm off to look for some sexy zimmerframe pics. Maybe I can find one with that sparkly paint on it.
That’s pretty accurate. One of the trainers at the gym today told me I’m the only person he knows who god tried to kill and lost. *edit to add this is trainer is an Iraq vet who got into training after he was medically discharged thanks to an unfortunate IED
I almost got killed by owlets once myself. Oh wait, it was actually ninjas. I always get them confused.
Did I ever tell y'all about the time a truck almost killed me? I was driving too fast on a dirt road, and I hit a bump, causing it to spin out and hit a tree. Damn truck.
Of course, and you'd have shit yourself if you saw the interior of that truck: The seat had no back, just the lower seat cushion, and nothing else in the interior; it was completely gutted out, except for that seat base, and the driver's seat belt. If I'd have hit the tree at any other angle, I'd have gotten thrown around inside the cab, and probably wouldn't have walked away from it. I'm telling you, that truck did everything it could to try killing me. You've got to watch out for those inanimate objects; they'll come after you every chance they get. In other news, I want to thank everyone for their congratulations for passing the first of my Heavy Duty Truck ASE exams; I've got four more to go to become a Master Technician in this field. I've got until January 20th to get them, and I'm GOING TO GET THEM. If everything works out, I'll get hired by the local college to become a Diesel Technology instructor, which is a pretty cushy job, compared to what I've been doing since I got out of prison (Before anyone says anything, they WILL hire felons.). Hell, if I get hired there, I'll have more time to post on here.