Sidewalk traffic in DC vs. NYC is not comparable. The Mall on weekends or Adams Morgan on a Saturday night, maybe. But NYC sidewalks in Manhattan are a sea of people much more frequently.
You mean people on motorcycles? You’re gonna get the Hells Angels after you for writing that. Or, do you mean all the professional adults bicycle commuting in Copenhagen?
People on bicycles are cyclists. And what a stupid stance. People doing something you don’t like should be harmed. How open-minded! Too bad that as cities grow even more dense, they’ll be more and more pedestrians and people NOT in cars.
Try riding a bicycle, you’d likely be less of an asshole.
Uh, for the same reason you can go to the end of the earth…and there are still the same chain restaurants. Bored people like safe things, like the same horrible food they can get back home. Simple, really.
Two things:
1) People NOT from New York who live in one of the boroughs calling it “New York” when they mean NYC. Fuck you. New York is a big state. If you mean NYC, say/write NYC. And guess what? If you live in Brooklyn, you’re on Long Island. Suck it.
2) I’ve been saying it for years…MA should just be renamed Boston already. I’m from West Boston would then just mean you’re from Amherst.
At some point you’ll realize sitting around all day on one of your two days off from working is not heaven, it’s a massive waste of your fucking time/life.
And here I was thinking you were either crazy or a genius. TOOL really separates folks into a few categories. Folks who get them, get them. And, I don’t have painted black nails or a tattoo on my face.
I once found a car-share to a TOOL show because I don’t own a car. Guy chose his college based on where he could see more Dead shows. Went with UC-Berkeley over U. Michigan. After the show was able to run down the set list, by memory, while driving on 95. Incredible.
How about trying to time sex around a toddler and wife-with-full-time jobs schedule? Someone is either tired or crying or sleeping or wanting/not wanting to play. It’s a nightmare!
Trying to reason with a being who doesn’t know how to reason yet is trying. I hear ya.
Thankfully I’m able to take my son most places via bicycle and he’s constantly entertained. Not fun being in traffic and they lose their pacifier and go bonkers.
The worst is when you’ve had a long week/day and you say fuck it, I’m going to get nice and drunk tonight. And you think he’s going to sleep through the night. Then you’re up at 3:00 am, still drunk, very tired, and changing diapers and having to play. It makes me curse the decision to get drunk BIG TIME.
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I live 15 miles from my office and it takes me 32 minutes to get there.
Learn to ride a bicycle. Or jog.
The real question is why did this guy get caught again when most of the league is doping? Who’d he piss off?
Sidewalk traffic in DC vs. NYC is not comparable. The Mall on weekends or Adams Morgan on a Saturday night, maybe. But NYC sidewalks in Manhattan are a sea of people much more frequently.
Nobody forced you to move to NYC. Move to Vermont and enjoy the space.
All those guys in leather on their motorcycles are going to kick the life out of you before you can stone them.
You mean people on motorcycles? You’re gonna get the Hells Angels after you for writing that. Or, do you mean all the professional adults bicycle commuting in Copenhagen?
People on bicycles are cyclists. And what a stupid stance. People doing something you don’t like should be harmed. How open-minded! Too bad that as cities grow even more dense, they’ll be more and more pedestrians and people NOT in cars.
Try riding a bicycle, you’d likely be less of an asshole.
Uh, for the same reason you can go to the end of the earth…and there are still the same chain restaurants. Bored people like safe things, like the same horrible food they can get back home. Simple, really.
Two things:
1) People NOT from New York who live in one of the boroughs calling it “New York” when they mean NYC. Fuck you. New York is a big state. If you mean NYC, say/write NYC. And guess what? If you live in Brooklyn, you’re on Long Island. Suck it.
2) I’ve been saying it for years…MA should just be renamed Boston already. I’m from West Boston would then just mean you’re from Amherst.
I’m glad you’re openly older than most here and don’t care. Nice work.
At some point you’ll realize sitting around all day on one of your two days off from working is not heaven, it’s a massive waste of your fucking time/life.
Just a word to the wise: you’ll grow out of going to the gym. Trust me. Father Time.
And here I was thinking you were either crazy or a genius. TOOL really separates folks into a few categories. Folks who get them, get them. And, I don’t have painted black nails or a tattoo on my face.
I once found a car-share to a TOOL show because I don’t own a car. Guy chose his college based on where he could see more Dead shows. Went with UC-Berkeley over U. Michigan. After the show was able to run down the set list, by memory, while driving on 95. Incredible.
It hurts just reading your recap. I’m sorry you had to go through this, I really am. That person sounds terrible.
Why couldn’t Cheney have been shot in the face harder? And more times?
Uh, if you shower before bed, you tend to smell like soapy bath/shower water in the morning. Even down there.
Yup, if you both have full-time jobs and tons of other stuff going on, night time sex is normally not happening. I’ll take it when I can get it.
I hate football. Three hours of watching commercials for trucks? Fuck that.
How about trying to time sex around a toddler and wife-with-full-time jobs schedule? Someone is either tired or crying or sleeping or wanting/not wanting to play. It’s a nightmare!
Trying to reason with a being who doesn’t know how to reason yet is trying. I hear ya.
Thankfully I’m able to take my son most places via bicycle and he’s constantly entertained. Not fun being in traffic and they lose their pacifier and go bonkers.
The worst is when you’ve had a long week/day and you say fuck it, I’m going to get nice and drunk tonight. And you think he’s going to sleep through the night. Then you’re up at 3:00 am, still drunk, very tired, and changing diapers and having to play. It makes me curse the decision to get drunk BIG TIME.