In the interim- fruit flies fruit flies fruit flies…

I’ve given up on keeping fresh fruit around.

Seems like she’d be more of a super inbred and aggressive dog type.

As far away from the moths as possible. Too chaotic and irrational for me.

Doh!

I don’t recall the trade name, but my uncle had a service that utilized Laserdiscs to remove poo.

It was a huge upgrade from his Beta Max.

Everyone that’s in the dark should look up Italo-Disco Playlist and thank me later.

Hi-Vis Boobies would be a great Riot Girl band name.

As someone who spent the majority of the '10s with a similar rig as you described, make sure you work nights and have an SO that tolerates whatever nonsense you are blathering about when she gets home.

Not nearly as vintage, but I had Omega Virus, the 90s board game where the players wandered around a space station collecting key cards and weapons to shut down a renegade AI. The seeking point was a plastic box in the middle that kind of acted like a DM.

Never once could I get a friend to sit still long enough to finish a game.

You can also drizzle olive oil and za’attar on top of anything and basic bitches like me will think it’s fancy.

Go to an international grocery store and buy a jar of anything you have trouble pronouncing.

Luxury! We’d get a handful of hot gravel before being forced to play two rounds of strict Catan, and we’d like it!

Really win them over with microwave popcorn after the fish.

Smoked anything, as well. My guilty vegan addition to too many meals is Liquid Smoke it smoked paprika. Makes nothing ingredients like bland beans and tofu actually taste like something.

The jury is out as to whether these delicious ingredients will cause cancer. Probably not any more than me overcooking everything to get a delicious char, this setting off the smoke alarm whenever I’m allowed near a burner.

I liked their ravey stuff. Keep on rollin’, baby. You know what time it is…

I was in my early 20s in a fairly backward upper Midwestern city in the 00’s. If you went out dancing and it wasn’t the single punk/Goth club chances are they were pumping crunk/top 40 hip hop. If you weren’t dancing to that, you weren’t dancing.

You can do it, put your back into it.

Yeah-eah!

BYOCS (bring your own circular saw).

Edit: fixed cheeky abbreviation.

You’re right, local laws are all over the place. I was just thinking of my city.

Everyone knows red goes faster.

Totally worth the $1000 plus the extra insurance.

That’s not even a moped without pedals, it’s a motorcycle.

Also, get off the sidewalk with that murder machine.