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That reminds me...

Those ******** in there pigass diesels that like to "roll coal" on people. If you don't know what that is, search YouTube.

Never heard the term so I youtubed it, as recommended. Dix. I drive a 25 year old butt-ugly diesel but it doesn't produce visible smoke. I needed a truck to haul hay, firewood, etc. and figured I'd get one that would last awhile. Diesel exhaust doesn't bother me any more than gasoline but I understand others may not agree. I apologize on behalf of those who drive a diesel without malicious intent.
 
Never heard the term so I youtubed it, as recommended. Dix. I drive a 25 year old butt-ugly diesel but it doesn't produce visible smoke. I needed a truck to haul hay, firewood, etc. and figured I'd get one that would last awhile. Diesel exhaust doesn't bother me any more than gasoline but I understand others may not agree. I apologize on behalf of those who drive a diesel without malicious intent.

When you need a good truck, you need a good truck. No apologies needed from you.
I've seen a few of the coal rollers (they have bumper stickers that advertise) around town. Huge 6" exhaust and push a lot of black smoke on demand. One ass kept smoking out a major road during rush hour on my way home. The ones I see are usually the Flatbiller Bro types.
 
50 boxes of precious hand me down holiday dishes and decorations taking up every last closet.
 
Friggin snowbrids driving 55 in the fast lane....

People who insist on putting their hazards on every time it rains (does that happen anywhere else but south Florida?).....

Top 40 radio.....
 
Hairspray. I think the women where I work are solely responsible for the hole in the ozone layer. I understand they need it for their jobs, but I'm sure they could use a pump/mist & use 1/2 as much. It's tough to breathe at certain times.
Regards, GF.
 
loud music in bars and restaurants. (yep i am that guy)
If its a band playing that's one thing. But to have loud music on a jukebox or over the regular speakers drives me nuts.
I am there to eat, drink, enjoy family and friends not listen to music.

- off my lawn kids -
 
People posting their "beer selfies" in a glass that clearly hasn't been washed in awhile judging by the bubbles stuck to the side of the glass and collapsed head. Or better yet, a dirty frosted mug.
Then some guy will say "that looks tasty" at which point I log off the internet for the rest of the day.
End rant
 
The city Building Department and their henchmen; the Inspektors unt Ordonnanz offiziers.

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or elmers glue thinned with water. Works great, and is water soluable so it washes right out. Kids used to use that when I was in high school for those extra hight more legitimate mohawks.
 
or elmers glue thinned with water. Works great, and is water soluable so it washes right out. Kids used to use that when I was in high school for those extra hight more legitimate mohawks.

I used soap. Zest to be precise. i"d let it sit in a sink of water for a few minutes and rub the slime in my mohawk and comb it up. it would last for days, smelled decent, and washed out clean leaving soft hair behind.

edit: pic(s) only ones I really have of the mohawk.

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I used soap. Zest to be precise. i"d let it sit in a sink of water for a few minutes and rub the slime in my mohawk and comb it up. it would last for days, smelled decent, and washed out clean leaving soft hair behind.

edit: pic(s) only ones I really have of the mohawk.

I used Knox gelatin. Dont have any pictures, but 14" liberty spikes takes some work. I have thick hair. Better hope you have a patient girlfriend.
 
On topic,I do not care for rusty steel, pop country music, lazy coworkers, and senile bosses. All of which I will be dealing with tomorrow.
 
Tooth extractions. I have a relatively high tolerance for pain but this was ridiculous.

brutha, I know the pain. by the time the dentist got around to my canine tooth, the Novocaine was wearing off and it took him over 1/2 an hour of dedicated pulling to get that one out. I hope they gave you something decent for the pain.
 
My dentist is a great guy, and a fantastic dentist, but I want you to picture this... I tell him the tooth that had the botched crown years ago is killing me, I cant sleep, cant eat. He takes another look at the x-ray and confirms. "James, the infection under the tooth is serious. The tooth has to come out." He could have told me he had to shoot me in the thigh and I would have agreed at that point.

4000 shots of novacane. My face feels like a pincushion today after all that. He grabs what looks like linoleum printmaking tools and goes to work twisting and turning. I'm used to him being gentle as a soap bubble so I mumble out loud "oooouch!"

Now picture a thick Russian accent from a very quiet man. "James, I need to warn you that the infected area is not going to respond well to anesthesia. You are going to feel some pain because we are saving as much bone as possible for a possible implant later."

I'm suddenly wondering if I might not be a Christian after all...

Twisting continues and I am in a flop sweat. What feels like an eon later, the bastard comes out. I kept it in an envelope... its nasty looking. I start to thank him and undo my little paper bib. "No. I am sorry. We have to get the infection out."

Sweet merciful God.

He pulls out what looks like the world's smallest series of spatulas and starts scraping inside the socket left behind.

I fainted for a few seconds, no lie, and when I came to he was still going.

I actually asked if I could leave now. "I just need to do the stitches, you did great"

My wife bundles me into the car, we have the windows open so I dont pass out, and when we get back to the house she breaks some more bad news. "James I almost passed out in the doctor's office, I have I have a serious fever."

Turns out she has strep.
 
My dentist is a great guy, and a fantastic dentist, but I want you to picture this... I tell him the tooth that had the botched crown years ago is killing me, I cant sleep, cant eat. He takes another look at the x-ray and confirms. "James, the infection under the tooth is serious. The tooth has to come out." He could have told me he had to shoot me in the thigh and I would have agreed at that point.

4000 shots of novacane. My face feels like a pincushion today after all that. He grabs what looks like linoleum printmaking tools and goes to work twisting and turning. I'm used to him being gentle as a soap bubble so I mumble out loud "oooouch!"

Now picture a thick Russian accent from a very quiet man. "James, I need to warn you that the infected area is not going to respond well to anesthesia. You are going to feel some pain because we are saving as much bone as possible for a possible implant later."

I'm suddenly wondering if I might not be a Christian after all...

Twisting continues and I am in a flop sweat. What feels like an eon later, the bastard comes out. I kept it in an envelope... its nasty looking. I start to thank him and undo my little paper bib. "No. I am sorry. We have to get the infection out."

Sweet merciful God.

He pulls out what looks like the world's smallest series of spatulas and starts scraping inside the socket left behind.

I fainted for a few seconds, no lie, and when I came to he was still going.

I actually asked if I could leave now. "I just need to do the stitches, you did great"

My wife bundles me into the car, we have the windows open so I dont pass out, and when we get back to the house she breaks some more bad news. "James I almost passed out in the doctor's office, I have I have a serious fever."

Turns out she has strep.

I do not care for ^^^ either. Get well both of you.
 
My dentist is a great guy, and a fantastic dentist, but I want you to picture this... I tell him the tooth that had the botched crown years ago is killing me, I cant sleep, cant eat. He takes another look at the x-ray and confirms. "James, the infection under the tooth is serious. The tooth has to come out." He could have told me he had to shoot me in the thigh and I would have agreed at that point.

4000 shots of novacane. My face feels like a pincushion today after all that. He grabs what looks like linoleum printmaking tools and goes to work twisting and turning. I'm used to him being gentle as a soap bubble so I mumble out loud "oooouch!"

Now picture a thick Russian accent from a very quiet man. "James, I need to warn you that the infected area is not going to respond well to anesthesia. You are going to feel some pain because we are saving as much bone as possible for a possible implant later."

I'm suddenly wondering if I might not be a Christian after all...

Twisting continues and I am in a flop sweat. What feels like an eon later, the bastard comes out. I kept it in an envelope... its nasty looking. I start to thank him and undo my little paper bib. "No. I am sorry. We have to get the infection out."

Sweet merciful God.

He pulls out what looks like the world's smallest series of spatulas and starts scraping inside the socket left behind.

I fainted for a few seconds, no lie, and when I came to he was still going.

I actually asked if I could leave now. "I just need to do the stitches, you did great"

My wife bundles me into the car, we have the windows open so I dont pass out, and when we get back to the house she breaks some more bad news. "James I almost passed out in the doctor's office, I have I have a serious fever."

Turns out she has strep.

2014 I had to have two removals. I'm pretty tough, I don't mind pain (tattoos, operations in youth, etc) but I've had dentist not offer pain meds. One told me "If you need that you'll need to go to another dentist" which I did and his response?

"They didn't give you pain killers? That's insane! This is incredibly painful.".

Same Doc left some of the tooth in during the next extraction that got all inflamed and puss ridden. Go me!

I hope you get to feeling better man. You and your wife. When you're both down for the count it's hard to keep things going. Get a pic of that tooth. I want to turn away in horror from my monitor and blurt out "DAMN!" at the top of my lungs.
 
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