

And don’t call me Shirley
Indigenous Canadian from northern Ontario. Believe in equality, Indigenous rights, minority rights, LGBTQ+, women’s rights and do not support war of any kind.


And don’t call me Shirley


That hour of the day is strange … I joke about this meme and make fun of it … I don’t smoke weed but I make fun of the culture around it … I also don’t judge people for it, people can do what they like.
But at least every second or third day, I’ll glance at my watch, or the clock on the wall and for whatever reason … it’s 4:20 or 4:19 or 4:21 … and I’ll think to myself that I must be doing it to myself. And about four or five times in the past few months, I’d wake in the middle of the night and look over at my clock … and it’s freakin 4:20
I don’t consciously think about it but it seems to happen more often than it should.


Polished, painted, glittered “Duke of York” turd has 1.5 million followers and 6 million views
If only we could learn to read again … but alas, it is beyond our power


We used to do quite a bit of travelling ten years ago and we used booking.com quite often. In those early days of booking online, there was a period when you could call the help line and actually talk to someone from America or Canada. And they were always helpful. We got messed up bookings back then and we always got help and figured things out. At one point, we were booking so often, we got to know one or two of the operators we kept talking to in London, Ontario.
Fast forward ten years later and I would not recommend any of them any more. All of them send you to a call center in either South / Central America, Philippines or India and like your comment said, they do absolutely as minimal as possible to do anything and keep you waiting on the phone as long as possible.
None of them work any more and it is far better to use them to shop around for quality, reviews and recommendations … then book directly with the hotel.
Use the sites and services as a guide, then find a direct phone number to the hotel and book directly with them.


Its not a feature … it’s a goal


You could always collect the gas before it exits the system … by intercepting it all at the source.


Use a propane tank and a series of valves to contain the high pressure gas … also do it outside away from people … and have 911 on speed dial.


This is assuming that this is human


It looks like the artist was asked to paint children but they only knew how to paint adults.


Do it on a Wednesday … after taco Tuesday.


Hours and hours of daily training being taught how to solve any and all problems by using your gun and only your gun.
and instead of 1 tbsp … they used 1 cup


Mental instability sounds more like a requirement than a detriment
My favourite … which is actually very common … is some nutjob speeding up behind me, tailgating to try to pass in the most improbable places, solid lanes, etc but doing so without success. Watching them in the mirror close enough for me see how frustrated they are and waving their hands.
After several minutes or even half an hour of following you … they finally pass.
Then immediately turn off in front of you because they reached their turn off / parking lot / restaurant / gas station / place of work.
Years ago, I’d try to avoid people like this by slowing down or even dipping at low speed onto the shoulder to let them pass … but it seldom works because they are just driving down the highway / freeway / roadway for a short distance to take their turn off.
So now, I really don’t care, I keep my speed, don’t let them affect my driving and keep a close eye on them … and sure enough, they disappear because they took their turn off.
When I see or meet anyone on the road that does anything stupid … I avoid them like the plague.
I’m not sticking around to see if the other guy/gal is going to lose it and do something stupid that will either cause a minor accident … or kill someone.


I think that’s our current iteration


Me looking at the mirror at myself while having a lengthy conversation in my head about what I need to cook for dinner tonight.




On those days that the world just hates you … stay in bed until the next day.