Alvin stood in his wrecked kitchen, bracing against the tree stump that sat atop most of the food he needed. Swiping his hand across his brow, he surveyed the contents of the pantry that had been forcefully ejected by the mobile landscaping. Good news wasn’t too hard to find, as some food had made it out of the pantry unscathed, enough to get out of the city and well on their way to Batesville without too much baby drama. He was resolved to continue no matter what. Depending on the mercies of strangers was not a viable plan in the current situation.
At least Batesville has family.
Shoving a couple applesauce pouches into his pockets and tucking a container of goldfish crackers under his armpit, Alvin declared the rest a loss. There was some additional recognizable food, but most of the packaging had been compromised and he didn’t have the time to go through everything piece by piece to find the good ones. Anything less thorough risked them eating food mingled with likely radioactive building materials. Besides, there were some emergency provisions in the garage that could be made nutritive for self and baby if things really went sideways.
And don’t forget. We’re as good as dead when things go sideways, so plan A had better work, his less than helpful inner voice chimed in.
Thinking aloud as he gingerly moved back through the kitchen and across the blown out entryway, his mind stuck on the missing element. “I have water and food in the garage as well as the emergency box. The first aid kit is in the car. Here’s a few hours’ worth of baby food, and I have guns and ammo sitting in the mudroom.”
He didn’t have anything tradeable in case he needed to stop. The gold and silver coins were hopelessly buried under rubble and he had no cash in the house. Wife’s jewelry was in the wholly inaccessible master bathroom, and his brain wasn’t moving quickly enough to think of any alternatives. Maybe the credit card would work once he got out of the immediate area, but that seemed to be wishful thinking at best.
*Beep, Beep, Beep* Alvin jumped even though the sound was muffled by his hearing damage. The phone flashed a message that his five minute timer had finished.
I don’t even know if this’ll all fit in the car, so no point in dilly dallying and getting us killed over a plan B issue. Plan A is get to family by tonight and figure things out tomorrow.
Alvin slipped his meager bounty over the rubble, remembering to snag the pistol bag, before girding his loins in preparation for a physical feat. The barrier was over four feet tall. Low enough to reach over, high enough to supply ample physical difficulty for Alvin’s obese frame. Alvin wasn’t so fat that mobility was an issue, but he was a large man who wasn’t in good physical condition. The idea of nimbly climbing the mountain of trash, flipping over the top, and landing on his feet was good for a sarcastic chuckle.
On the other hand, the clock was ticking, and Alvin had way too much sunk into this survival venture to worry about gracefulness. He grabbed the most stable looking portion of the collapsed wall, gave himself a boost off a board, and got his hips onto the top. Hardly noticing his shirt snagging on a protruding nail, he swung his body around and dropped to his feet with a loud rip. His shirt was torn, but the lack of landing on his ass made Alvin a bit proud.
The pride was short lived when the door to the garage only flexed when he pulled the handle, not showing any sign of movement. Of course, this was a steel door, so no door smashing heroics were going to be happening here.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Alvin screamed, beating his fists pointlessly on the door. He raised his foot to kick it, but tipped his head back to release tension and returned his foot to the ground.
No need to hurt myself trying to open a damn door. Option one is to pry it open. Option two is to lug this stuff out into the backyard. Don’t spend too much time on option one.
Alvin popped open his pistol bag and located a screwdriver he had left in there from his last range trip when he was adjusting sights on his rifles. It wasn’t much of a screwdriver, but he hoped it would be useful.
First, let’s figure out why it’s wedged in so tight.
He pushed on the door, opposite the way it swung. The top of the door was wedged against the jam, but the bottom seemed to move freely. As he released the door, a hollow metal sound alerted him to the issue. Shoving aside the laundry baskets heaped on the floor, he exposed cockeyed dryer stand that was blocking the door from opening. The dryer itself looked like it hadn’t moved, but the stand had come open just enough to pin the door shut.
Of course it’s this damn stand that’s causing trouble, he sighed, remembering what a pain in the ass it was to install in the first place. He wedged his foot between the door and the stand and applied pressure to the stand, moving it almost enough to clear the door’s path. With a short kick, the stand yielded.
Alvin yanked the door handle, this time to a modicum of success. The door flexed, but didn’t fully unseat from the jam. This time, the problem was structural. Alvin blinked away a mental image of unwedging the door and having the roof cave in on his head.
If I’m gonna go that way, it’s up to God. I have no other choice here. We’re running out of time.
Alvin shoved the sharp end of the screwdriver into the gap next to where the door was sticking and levered upward to try to force enough clearance for the door to open. Awkwardly, Alvin yanked at the door with his other hand, getting more screwdriver purchase with each yank. Finally, the door grunted open, shearing the screwdriver, tearing open his knuckles and smacking into his face. Hardly acknowledging the pain, he shook his hand and plunged into the pitch black of the garage.
Quickly navigating the menu on his phone, he had enough light to make his way to his battery operated handheld light and pointed it at the ceiling. An ominous looking crack spanned the ceiling from corner to corner, indicating that the garage likely wasn’t plumb anymore.
Gotta try the easy way first, he thought as he pulled the emergency release for the garage door. The door had been a bit prone to binding even before the nuclear apocalypse, so he was not optimistic about the door making it up enough to get the car out. As he approached the door, he could hear the distant sobs of a panicked baby.
Good, she’s still there and still alive.
With a heave, he pulled the garage door up… all of two inches. The panels bound between the improperly spaced rails, and there was no sign that the door was going to move even a millimeter higher.
Now for the fun part.
He knew that there were a few options available to him, even just driving the car through the door and dealing with the fact that the car would be messed up. However, the sledgehammer way seemed like it would actually be enjoyable. He was profoundly tired, but he could spare some energy to beat the everloving hell out of that garage door.
He made quick work of the door, the only hiccup happening when the motor and chain rail fell on top of the car and put a large crack down the front and back windows.
With natural light pouring into the garage, he also made quick work of the loading process. The car was a mid-size sedan, so there wasn’t unlimited space, but taking a few seconds to unload all of the unnecessary clutter paid dividends in freeing up space for provisions. He dumped the baby food into the glove box, loaded the guns and ammo on the floorboard of the back bench, shoved 35 gallons of water into the trunk, and squeezed twenty some pounds of flour and fifty pounds of rice into the two open seats. He grabbed handfuls of hand tools from his rolling tool chest and tossed them into the open spots in the trunk, just in case. Finally, he grabbed his emergency box, a pair of oil lamps, and a gallon of kerosene and shoved them onto the floorboard of the passenger seat. The lid of the emergency box popped open, exposing the ghoulish eyes of a pair of Israeli gas masks.
I really hope we don’t need those.
He quickly grabbed the potassium iodide pills that were sitting at the top of the box and shoved them into his pocket. He could read the instructions later.
With the emergency provisions, the car was more or less full. At least, it as full as it would be without getting creative and organizing things better, but that involved time that he didn’t have
He unstrapped the baby from the stroller, letting it roll into the side yard. She instantly stopped screaming and grabbed onto his shirt tightly. Unfortunately, the moment of comfort didn’t last long as he pried her away and buckled her into the 4 year old’s car seat, trying to get it tight enough to keep her from flopping around.
If we get into a crash, we’re both dead anyway.
She made unhappy grunts and whines, but the new environment was strange enough to keep her from bawling again. As he finished tightening her straps and running a sympathetic hand down the side of her face, his eye caught the baby go bag sitting in front of the car seat. Of course, the baby has a go bag but nobody else does. Great planning there!
As he ran back to the mudroom to grab the car’s keys, an idea hit Alvin. There was a half-full five gallon can of gasoline sitting not even five feet from the car. It’d be a shame to waste that gas. The car only had three quarters of a tank, and the blast had happened maybe ten minutes ago.
I have time.
Alvin grabbed the can, a metal one with a funnel, and jammed it into the gas port of the car. He pulled the lid open and didn’t pay any heed to the liquid that splashed out onto the floor. It felt like a geological age as the two or three gallons of gas glugged into the tank, but eventually the last few drops funneled down into the car. He tossed the can aside and jumped into the driver’s seat. With a push of the ignition button, the car fired right up.
None of that movie drama bullshit. Good!
He pulled out the garage, taking care to avoid cutting a tire on the mangled garage door pieces haphazardly jutting into the driveway, and turned into the alleyway.
Damn! Spoke too fast about the movie drama bullshit.
This is gonna be good….
Thanks Trashy, keep it up!
Great story
OT: WTF is this?? Anybody able to rip it off of youtube before it disappears?
8 hours long? You have a quick synapsis?
LOL that would take me a month to rip off Youtube with the only POS software I could find.
Plenty of Firefox addins that’ll still do it in low-res.
It should queue up to the correct time. Basically, trials are showing a between a 2:1 and 6:1 excess death to COVID life saved ratio for the pfizer vaccine, but the confidence in those numbers is low because of the small size of the trials. These are all 3 or 4 minute presentations, and the one it drops you in the middle of is a really good one.
Did anyone download it? I am on phone only at a party, and I just finished my second emergency portable Manhattan.
Yes. But it’s the FDA’s youtube channel. Youtube probably won’t pull it – FDA might!
Yes. But it’s the FDA’s youtube channel. Youtube probably won’t pull it – FDA might!
Excellent. It was so nice, you pulled it twice! I phones a friend and called in a favor to save it as well. But now I am out of emergency Manhattans…
https://www.totalwine.com/spirits/ready-to-drink/whiskey-cocktails/manhattan/the-perfect-cocktail-manhattan/p/219843100?
Maybe. It may also support the 16-2 vote today to deny the use of booster shots.
Fuckin’ a, trashy.
This is a fantastic story. I’m getting anxious just reading it, motherfucker 😉
Nice, trshy. Really makes me think about how unprepped I am.
When it comes right down to it, not a single one of us is prepped. No matter what we’ve manage to secure (beans, water, ammo) we’re going to forget something (toothpaste, shampoo).
I have plenty of food, booze, guns and ammo, and I know where the Mormons live.
Dude, I got nothin’.
Braggart.
I’m relearning how to fish, but it’s Michigan style, I don’t like eating fish, but I won’t starve up here, plus guns, lot’s of guns…..
*imagines COMET pending inspection for that, gets sick feeling*
For example, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blast_from_the_Past_(film).
Could any of us really prep for 30 years underground?
Could any of us really prep for one year underground?
Stuff that I’ll bet is not in your survival cache:
— tampons or other women’s requirements
— replacement clothing
— laundry soap
— tire patch kit
— lighters
— candles/oil for lamps
— butter and cooking oil.
— antibiotics
Try to imagine what you *don’t* use on a daily basis.
— needles and thread
— repair stuff, silicone seal, duct tape.
— wipes and other cleaners.
You get the idea.
bug out makes substantially less sense than bug in, except in a few rare circumstances.
I have everything except Tampons, but I have a trauma unit’s worth of gauze dressings,
I have three daughters. There have been raised eyebrows about the spare tampons in the cup holders in my cars but I was a Boy Scout long ago.
In a pinch they can be used in puncture wounds. I always kept a couple in my combat first aid kit.
My Gauze is full wound dressing style, Wendy was subscribed to a service and they just wouldn’t stop giving us supplies, I guess they can bill the Gov more…
Funny scene in Anatham involves bloody nose and what we’re meant to assume is a tampon.
That is what they were originally created for, to plug gunshot wounds.
Oh, I do get the idea…
I have been planning for what I need if I need to hunker down.
If I need to run from rural Iowa, I’m not sure there is any place to go.
I like
every time I read Glibfic, I’m inspired to create more, Thanks all you writers!
I love the photos.
They’re surprisingly hard to find. Most pictures are commercial demolition, not residential.
Well done. They really compliment your story.
Good job trashy, im enjoying it.
Thanks Trashy, great story and your house looks a lot like mine on a normal day.
Sure am glad I live in the woods. We’re the place everyone will be heading for, as long as the bridges are intact.
You do have Dynamite? I hope so, be safe, be armed.
I am not as remote as Fourscore, but I am out in the cornfields.
It has occurred to me on more than one occasion — don’t live near a target.
Correct, until I got to Manistee, it was targetville, it’s very quiet here, nothing happens,
I grew up on a target, At the time time Tucson was surrounded by 18 Titan II ICBM’s. Every road out of town had multiple ICBM silos close by. In the 60’s it also had B-58 Hustlers. If war happened we were all burnt toast.
Listening to audiobook of Lucifer’s Hammer. Nice reminder of some other reference books I should pick up in hard copy as well as a few other items – ie. Good trade goods include spices and vitamins.
Rebar is your friend,
I love it. Please keep writing.
Pretty local story for me yhat was discussed during morning links a few days ago. Boyfriend that lawyered up in now missing too. There was a pretty good chance he just killed his girlfriend, maybe keep an eye on him.
Lawyer or not what took the cops so long to go question him?
https://www.google.com/amp/s/nypost.com/2021/09/17/gabby-petito-boyfriend-brian-laundrie-is-now-also-missing/amp/
OFFS this has been the top story at the Post for a week now.
She’s young and blonde. It’s going to be a long ride.
Nancy Grace was on tv screaming earlier.
Hannity and Grace – there’s something I want to watch.
The Devil’s parents?
The boyfriend is kind of hot. I hope he didn’t do it.
I think I’ll tune in tomorrow to see what happens.
We need Columbo on it.
This could actually be the greatest publicity stunt of all time for the young blogger.
So, of all the weird things, I used to buy cigarettes from Scott Peterson in college. He of the missing pregnant wife, who later turned up dead due to said husband.
It is odd whom you go to college with.
Was that NIU?!
????
Other things Hobbit may have missed that we will forget,
Hats
Rope
Pencil
paper
A Knife
another, bigger knife
a short sword
a PET, or, folding shovel
Cover, even temporary
Extra power supplies for your networked devices, no Battery, no chance of a signal, I have lanterns that act as Phone chargers,
Live on the water? get a boat, at least a kayak, get to where the fish are,
Yes, keep the list going.
— I thought about ropes. Also, tie-downs, bungees and tarps.
— writing impliments, absolutely
— knives. Consider a post-SHTF environment. Think trade items. Buy a box of 10 knives today, trade them for 10 chickens in the future.
— folding shovel has been in the trunk of all of my cars for 30+ years.
All else that you mentioned and more.
Let’s see:
3 swords
1 machete
2 kukris
2 viking hand axes
Several daggers
6 or 8 bows
6 or 8 dozen arrows complete and another 6 dozen partially complete
That’s just in this room. The guns are some place else.
I have interesting hobbies.
I’m interested, go on,
Bastard!
https://photos.app.goo.gl/AyMCMs6JABPfyTkU9
A trailer loaded with camping gear including two large canvas tents.
I forgot about archery (See? Can’t think of everything!). Silent weapon with retrievable ammo. See also: crossbow.
I wasn’t interested in crossbow. But I am thinking I need at least one.
*cue that German youtuber*
I know people that have made siege engines.
Ah yes, my fishing guide want’s to teach me how to hunt, with a crossbow, May, be…
https://archive.li/AGNtz/0a70de75b0149a4cc0428e20a6793c406ec0b871.jpg
NSFW.
Wow
https://archive.li/JpLuU/3be6b3beef6b863bb6312947942de2ac40411d62.jpg
https://archive.li/Oklt1/c03e586d2501fb3e83d732b9f8df9436faec3864.jpg
NSFW.
Redheads please!
https://archive.li/nbnIT/ede714093ebaad1918d07439ef34f2b9707b8a87.jpg
NSFW.
https://archive.li/3N1nH/6d42b9b23e486e2658fcebca995e3a987e143859.jpg
NSFW.
A Sylph!
ooooh, ooooooooh,
https://archive.li/MxKwZ/179c9e0dabc974c534bc33b60c8ce01eed3c4288.jpg
NSFW.
https://archive.li/uEf4t/9f259bedd68933f0b0e62521cd0c6a4d4817426f.jpg
NSFW.
You are the Wikipedia of porn.
*tips hat*
Going offline for a few days.
Have booze. Will travel.
See you Sunday!
See you then.
We had every intention of making the journey this year, right up to making hotel reservations.
Real World ™ has interfered as we take care of two elderly mothers with health issues.
Best wishes to you and to all the Honey Harvest Glibs.
Once again, hopefully next year.
Same here – wife exploded her knee and I am stuck….already having taken the 20th off for HH…but no can go. 🙁
Oh that sucks…both for us not getting to meet you but especially for wifey. Best wishes for speedy recovery.
Safe travels.
Looking forward to it
“Nurses in a maternity ward at a hospital in upstate New York resigned over the state’s vaccine mandate, for example, forcing the hospital to temporarily halt all baby deliveries after Sept. 24.”
Good luck with that. Good thing OMWC and SP will be there to help fill in
https://www.oregonlive.com/coronavirus/2021/09/oregon-medical-board-revokes-license-of-doctor-who-bucked-covid-guidelines-spread-misinformation.html
This is what happens to those who won’t toe the line. If you’re a patient of such a person, your medical records will be scrutinized and some clerk in the state government will decide what level of drugs you need. And even if you’re not one of the ones tagged, good luck getting another practice to take you or prescribe opioids. I hope everyone involved at the state board enjoys a long and agonizing terminal illness without appropriate pain medication.
“appropriate pain medication.” or a Bonfire….
“LaTulippe also made anti-mask comments during a “Stop the Steal” election rally in Salem on Nov. 7, 2020.”
His real crime.
What real medical malpractice looks like:
https://www.steynonline.com/11695/tal-bachman-we-have-met-the-enemy-part-xx
I’m quite familiar with that case. The fact that the medical community still accepts the idea that gender can be “reassigned” at will is sickening and evil. If you’re an adult and you want to transition, knock yourself out. I still think it’s a bad idea unless you’ve gone through exhaustive counseling and psychiatric treatment to make absolutely sure that it’s the right thing to do. It should be a felony to do this to children, both for the doctor and any therapist who recommends it.
A former colleague of mine transitioned at about 40. Pre-transition he never seemed that happy. He wasn’t overly depressed. It just always seemed like something constant kept him from being happy. Post-transition, it’s been at least 10 years, she seems genuinely happy. I sure as hell am no expert, but it seems like there is a sliver of the population for whom gender dysphoria is real.
When it comes to kids, these doctors are insane to jump on this as effective treatment. Puberty blockers can have devastating long term effects. The majority of teens who report gender dysphoria have it pass before leaving their teen years. There appears to be a social contagion of it among lesbian teenagers. This really looks to me as though personal politics are being put before scientific understanding.
Similar for a now former colleague too. Was a long road and not an impulsive childhood whim.
My WAG is that usual teenage uncertainty, doubt, and curiosity combined with social pressure, lack of role models, and lack of cultural norms, plays a large part of it.
Completely agree.
They could at least disappear him. I mean, it’s like they don’t even know how to totalitarian SMDH.
Trashy, I should be reading, but I am not. I can’t deal with disaster/post-apocalyptic fiction at the moment.
If you can hear this, it will make you feel better, I promise Mo,
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1E39Q1n31yNSwu
I completely understand. Ive set books aside because “not now”. For me, it channels the emotions into something that is not only escapist, but also something that I can escape. It could just as easily act as an amplifier if I were in a different headspace.
This is fun. Really liking it.
Is it winter yet in NoDak?
41 degrees for a low tonight. 87 for a high on Sunday. So, no…maybe next week.
I had no idea it stayed that hot this time of year in your neck of the woods.
Have you heard the new Iron Maiden? If so, any thoughts?
87 is a fluke. It’s typically in the low 70s upper 60s this time of year.
I’ve heard about it, but not heard it. You?
Fluke 87 is a fine multimeter that never fails me
I’ve heard two songs from the new album. It’s very much in keeping with what they have been doing. One of the songs, Writing On The Wall, is interesting in that it almost sounds like it’s about current events. It’s not. But no matter your politics, you could believe the song is about what is important to you.
Late to the party but I’m spellbound by this story. Great work, Trashy!
I’ve just re-watched Y Tu Mamá También. Pretty sure that was the first time since I watched it the first time 20 years ago. I think I had the soundtrack I used to listen to. Just like 20 years ago I couldn’t avoid noticing that they only showed the ass of the uglier guy.
The actress in that movie is not beautiful but she is sexy.
Watch the clip in the article.
https://www.breitbart.com/clips/2021/09/17/maher-on-met-gala-making-just-the-servers-wear-masks-is-not-liberal-do-germs-know-who-the-good-people-are/
So you have Maher saying “we are segregating certain folk” and the one guest is all about the “but…” and the other lays our what masks mean…a ritual
I can live with Dan Savage saying “but” after everything. He is a true blue liberal. It hurts him to go against the plan. The anthropologist is engaged in wishful thinking. Maybe her tribe thinks that way. When I put on a mask, I curse the government agency and its head that made it necessary.
So here’s the story. Judi is turning 60 this week and her daughters decide to take her on a wilderness adventure. Cool! Sounds fun! One of them is a committed non-compliant and she just discovered that her sister got her 13 year old son jabbed. These girls can never get along. I can’t wait for the drama 20 miles up the trail. The forecast is for rain. No worries, they’ll just use “emotion” to light their campfires. This stupidity is tearing families apart. My one sister-in-law has basically barricaded herself in her house. She won’t allow any visitors. People have succumbed to the fear.
Blood should be thicker than politics…good luck my Canadian brother
Facebook is the devil.
It is indeed. The Wall Street Journal has run a series of articles on Facebook this week. It’s an expose. They tore Facebook a new asshole.
The three girls are funny. The Rebel, The Needful and The Secretive One. Cats in a bag.
So..that is normal then? You described my three boys…
It’s how this covid nonsense has made us pick a side. I haven’t the energy for this fight.
She actually admitted that her Son is a drug dealer today. I’m assuming that means she bailed his debt out. Explains the plethora of too large shirts that were bought for me from Costco. Their version of Large fits beefalos. Now I’m supposed to wear “shame shirts”? They’d fit a man inches taller and fifty lbs heavier than me. It would look cute on a wispy girl.
Help a brother out. How are the too large shirts for you connected to the drug dealer son?
Guilt buy.
I never wanted any shirts.
She bought them for me to make herself feel better about her actions. I remain unamused and frankly, a little disgusted.
Festus, you need to find some joy in your life.
I get that you’re venting, but really…please find yourself something that makes you smile.
The show See is fun and engaging. Blind Game of Thrones makes GoT more interesting….though Apple doesn’t give me boobies everywhere
Drunk OBE is the best OBE!
Thanks goodness. I thought it was stroke.
Good morning!
On the agenda today: finish the gate from the dog area to the rest of the garage, seal the gate from the yard to the south woods, build some sort of access between said dog habitat to the back yard.
Maybe spend a wee bit of time at the range.
A “wee bit” at the range? Handgun?
Congrats on the dog run build I don’t understand “seal the gate” but I get that the rest is a good accomplishment.
I’m keeping the South woods as critter habitat. Right now I don’t trust the gate latch but it’s NBD since I always have her on a leash. It will need to be sealed before I can leave her unsupervised.
We’re going to the range tomorrow, with another Glib. ?
Pew, pew, pew.
I’ve got a USPSA match tomorrow, but haven’t been shooting well but lately. Not enough sleep.
Very nice work, trashy.
Makes me want to watch “Book of Eli” again.
(For any of you who like a good action flick with artistic post apocalyptic vibes, and fine actors such as Denzel Washington and Gary Oldman, highly highly recommend.) oh yeah, also religious overtones.
Metoo! Mrs. Patzer hasn’t seen it, will be a perfect movie night for us.
Trashy, great story, kind of disturbing for me – as a kid in the 1950’s the spectre of holocaust was ever present. Civil defense drills, fallout shelter next door… Sit down, put your head between your legs, kiss your ass goodbye.
suh’ fam
yo whats goody
Mornin’
Sup tres!
No cans! ( I’m still in bed)
Falling Upstairs by Fastball is goody .
https://youtu.be/DJl1LULBaFs
Mellow, minor key, and leads the brain to interesting places …
There’s a “cans joke” there, but its just too easy to make.
I haz cans?
Yes. Yes I do.
Mornin’
I enjoy apocalyptic fiction. ?
The New World Order series from G Michael Hopf was an easy and fun read. Would recommend.
I did hit 150 last night, and spent some time with my settlers, but then my gf gave me that look…and I quickly saved my game. ?
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/164154.A_Canticle_for_Leibowitz
This is sitting on top of my pile of books to read. One of these days I’ll resume binge reading.
I have that somewhere too. I know it’s a classic but I never did get more than a few chapters in. I should rectify that some day.
Damn! I read that many moons ago, will need to revisit.
https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2021/09/crossing-line-nicki-minaj-exposes-media-mafia-posts-private-messages-reporters-threatening-family-members/
Continuing to deliver.
Holy shit.
That could actually lead somewhere. Leader of the fuckin’ resistance right there.
Happy national cheeseburger day!
https://www.pennlive.com/food/2021/09/national-cheeseburger-day-2021-deals-from-friendlys-wayback-burgers-wendys.html
+1 “No Coke, Pepsi!”
https://www.thenewstribune.com/news/nation-world/national/article254269798.html
15 year old girl hit a jogger “to scare him” and killed him. WTF?!
Im not sure why a 15 year old was driving.
*Latarion Milton laughs*
“She old.”
Roman Polanski would call her “middle aged”.
Oh snap
Stole the car.
Quite simply a sociopath.
She seems nice.
Wow. That is cold. I one struck a pedestrian, dude walked right in front of me as I was making a turn. Fortunately I was able to brake and was almost stopped when I hit him, he was shook up but not seriously hurt. Called 911 and stayed with him until help arrived. Even at 3 mph the sound and feel of the impact was sickening. Hiw can you intentionally do that, and then take off leaving someone to die???
Will be accompanying Mrs. Patzer at her 40 year HS reunion today in Bayside, Queens. Should be fairly quiet, not much happening in the middle of September. But wait…
https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/halfway-to-st-patrick-s-day-parade-coming-to-bayside-saturday/ar-AAOwui8
Let’s pretend that it makes sense to celebrate a March holiday in September. And don’t forget to mask up!
Not sure which will be worse, the traffic or the inevitable social signalling. I may need to avoid speaking.
Looks like fun. If there’s anywhere in NYC that is probably sick of this shit, it’s Bayside.
Bell Blvd is a trip. Should be interesting.
Re: missing pretty white girl.
Originally I suspected she was off with a biker or something. As the days move on, I’m moving more towards “she dead.”