Hmm, that’s interesting. I’m a big orange soda fiend and I drink Sunkist, Crush and Fanta. it does appear that only Crush has Red 40 in it. Sometimes I feel like I have to fart real bad and sometimes I don’t - maybe that’s the dye. I should really be drinking water but I find it so boring.

Just don’t start doing crowd work. That shit requires a crowd.

My niece is majoring in art in college. I never thought I would become one of those old people, but I’m like damn girl, for $70K a year you should maybe be studying something practical. And this is coming from someone whose goal in life in college was to become a comic book artist.

Theyre huge slices

That’s sort of like the old joke: “This food is terrible!” “Yes, and such unfortunately large portions!”

I had a Whopper and fries at Booger King last year for the first time in a couple of decades. With a drink it was like $20 which is pretty absurd. It actually tasted pretty good and the fries were fresh out of the fryer (which is basically what makes fries good), but I just felt so physically bad after eating. I don’t know what it was, probably the massive amount of salt in it.

I usually only drive through Pennsylvania, and as a result I always end up at Sbarro, an “Italian” restaurant that can only survive in the cloister of a turnpike travel plaza. Somehow my brain forgets how fucking awful it was last time. Plus I always order something you can’t eat while driving, like pasta, so I have to sit there and finish it. The only good thing is having a bathroom right there.

Ads on the fucking moon are going to do it for me.

I box trap them (they love cantaloupes) and haul them off to a neighboring town. I’m not sure how humane it is since they usually tear off their claws trying to get out of the trap. And momma hog is too smart to go in the trap, so I only get the kids.

Damn, imagine if we hadn’t depleted our soils of nutrients through unsustainable agricultural practices requiring us to pump unsustainable chemical fertilisers into the ground.

Don’t forget about poisoning our aquifers with fracking.

Edit: I also forgot to mention selling off our water rights to the Saudis so they can grow alfalfa for their racehorses. Maybe it’s for the best that we’re poisoning the water first.

Also, groundhogs will fuck up your garden, and they dig tunnels and climb fences. You have to basically build a big cage around your garden, floor included.

Giant cat in Teletubbies world?

When it comes to driving a self-propelled crematorium, I’d primarily be concerned about the internal door handles.

aerodynamic efficiency

For internal door handles?

Fun fact: the United States hasn’t signed the international agreement banning child soldiers because the military allows 17-year-olds to enlist (although they don’t actually start their service until they’re 18).

We had an army recruiter come talk to our history class in high school (this was in the '80s). After the guy’s talk he said “any questions”?" My friend Rob said “yeah, I have a question: does napalm still stick to kids?”

I assume everyone has heard the Arlo Guthrie thanksgiving song. “I wanna kill, kill, kill, kill!” “You’re our boy.”

we should probably be focusing on the companies that are so quick to abandon their workers on the promise of saving a few bucks

You mean every company? I never worked for a company that did or would have done anything different.

most engineers don’t really like it because it’s making things harder and way less fun

This is how I felt about managing teams of junior developers and/or offshore teams. Just too much annoying work and the result was invariably shitty. The only times in my 25-year programming career that I enjoyed myself and produced work that I was proud of was when I did everything myself.

Maybe they know we’re cooking ourselves off the planet and they want to speed things up.

I graduated in the '80s. Most of the deaths were due to steering column impalements. Kids mostly drove cars from the '70s and '60s that didn’t have the refinement of the collapsing steering column, and almost nobody wore their seat belts. And drunk driving was still harmless fun.