Random Thoughts.....

If you can legally drive under the legal BAC, why can't you open one or two while you are driving, as long as you are under the limit, what is the difference.

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Well John, Just because you may be under a .08 does not mean you are not impaired. I have seen drivers that cant function under an .08. Also because of NCGS 20-138.7 and NCGS 18b-401. is why you cant drink and drive. Now before they passed the safe roads act in 1983 you could drink and drive.
 
Tom,
Is it not better to drink while going to your destination, than before? The driver would be less impared for a shorter period. Lol


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All of this back and forth about seatbelts or alcohol or... I’ll ask you your solution to the idiots like the one I followed home who was worse than drunk and bouncing all over the road cause his fucking face was buried in his phone. Or even worse, the cops sworn to uphold the law and they do the same damn thing but claim “it’s for police business”. What a crock of shit. Pull the fuck over or use a BT voice to text or xyz. I spent $35 and put a BT capable radio in my ‘91 s10 just to be safe cause I have calls and text constantly as part of my job so I have to be able to communicate but don’t want to endanger people on the road with my ignorance of using a phone and driving.
Please, fill me in....
 
Nothing to fill in just messing around, sitting at a stop light w/o my seat belt wondering why insurance rates didn't drop when people started wearing them. Why the B is capitalized and the w isn't. How come if you are a violent protester and destroy property that isn't yours or strike/assault an officer you are released and not charged. Why have rules/laws if we aren't enforcing them.
Just a random thought, not trying to derail this thread.
I did figure Tom would answer my question though.

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Shrodinger’s alert system...the paradox where you log on during your morning shit and get your flame suit on, and start writing Thank you notes for hitting that like button. The way that mask thread blew up, wasn’t sure which way it would go.

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Drugs are bad.

Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions, maybe I'm categorizing folks into the wrong box, but....

Spent most of the morning in the waiting room of a busy cardiology office. Noticed that 2/3 of the patients were what you would probably expect...well over 65, overweight, etc.

The other third....was mostly young males, 20-30 years old. Judging on appearances, they all got moved into the box labeled "You've been putting bad shit into your body, and now it's failing." AKA, drugs are not good for you.

I'm talking about 20-25 or so "old" patients, and 10+ young ones. Statistically more I would think than the occasional young person with a heart defect.
 
Drugs are bad.

Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions, maybe I'm categorizing folks into the wrong box, but....

Spent most of the morning in the waiting room of a busy cardiology office. Noticed that 2/3 of the patients were what you would probably expect...well over 65, overweight, etc.

The other third....was mostly young males, 20-30 years old. Judging on appearances, they all got moved into the box labeled "You've been putting bad shit into your body, and now it's failing." AKA, drugs are not good for you.

I'm talking about 20-25 or so "old" patients, and 10+ young ones. Statistically more I would think than the occasional young person with a heart defect.
Sometimes having heart conditions will make you look like you do drugs. It'll take a toll on your body. Also other diseases can affect the heart and require cardio intervention. Cancer is one of the many.
 
Sometimes having heart conditions will make you look like you do drugs. It'll take a toll on your body. Also other diseases can affect the heart and require cardio intervention. Cancer is one of the many.

Very true. But the "appearances" I spoke of were more of clothing and hairstyle, in a Joe Dirt kind of way.
 
Since I can no longer access the "things that suck ass" thread, I'll put this here:

Right now, in this moment, one of the three things in my life that I've had the longest is on its last legs. I got my truck in 2005, my explorer in 2007, and my dog in 2009. The truck hasn't run since 2010, the explorer hasn't run in over a year and a half, and now the dog looks like hes had his run too.

Moose and I clicked the from the time he was born. Came to the sound of my voice before his eyes were opened. Knew he was mine. Hes seen my boys grow up. Didnt bark unless he needed to. Was gentle with the kids. Rode in the front seat of my explorer like a king. As they say, all good things must come to an end.

I'm a big, strong, manly man, and I am willing to admit, I'm not ok right now.

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Since I can no longer access the "things that suck ass" thread, I'll put this here:

Right now, in this moment, one of the three things in my life that I've had the longest is on its last legs. I got my truck in 2005, my explorer in 2007, and my dog in 2009. The truck hasn't run since 2010, the explorer hasn't run in over a year and a half, and now the dog looks like hes had his run too.

Moose and I clicked the from the time he was born. Came to the sound of my voice before his eyes were opened. Knew he was mine. Hes seen my boys grow up. Didnt bark unless he needed to. Was gentle with the kids. Rode in the front seat of my explorer like a king. As they say, all good things must come to an end.

I'm a big, strong, manly man, and I am willing to admit, I'm not ok right now.

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Loosing a four legged family member is tough, you think you’re prepared, you know it’s gonna happen, when it does happen it’s heart wrenching. More so as you know there were no conditions to which they showed you their own heart and soul. Can’t say that with people in most cases.
I feel for your loss, been thru it twice, and have set myself up for it again in the future, it’s something you just can’t explain.
Know they have given you their all, and you’ve given them a life they wouldn’t trade.
The memories will always be there.
 
Since I can no longer access the "things that suck ass" thread, I'll put this here:

Right now, in this moment, one of the three things in my life that I've had the longest is on its last legs. I got my truck in 2005, my explorer in 2007, and my dog in 2009. The truck hasn't run since 2010, the explorer hasn't run in over a year and a half, and now the dog looks like hes had his run too.

Moose and I clicked the from the time he was born. Came to the sound of my voice before his eyes were opened. Knew he was mine. Hes seen my boys grow up. Didnt bark unless he needed to. Was gentle with the kids. Rode in the front seat of my explorer like a king. As they say, all good things must come to an end.

I'm a big, strong, manly man, and I am willing to admit, I'm not ok right now.

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I lost my best friend, Curtis a little over 6 years ago. Still hurts my heart to this day. I feel for you. I’m so sorry.
 
Since I can no longer access the "things that suck ass" thread, I'll put this here:

Right now, in this moment, one of the three things in my life that I've had the longest is on its last legs. I got my truck in 2005, my explorer in 2007, and my dog in 2009. The truck hasn't run since 2010, the explorer hasn't run in over a year and a half, and now the dog looks like hes had his run too.

Moose and I clicked the from the time he was born. Came to the sound of my voice before his eyes were opened. Knew he was mine. Hes seen my boys grow up. Didnt bark unless he needed to. Was gentle with the kids. Rode in the front seat of my explorer like a king. As they say, all good things must come to an end.

I'm a big, strong, manly man, and I am willing to admit, I'm not ok right now.

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Man, I remember when my childhood dog died. He was born on my birthday and got him I guess 8 weeks after. I was 10 years old. He lived for 13 years. I had already moved out for a couple years and was living with my fiancé and her dog and I remember my parents telling me that I needed to come see him soon. I went to go see him on a Wednesday. He had really bad arthritis in his back legs and when I got there, he got up and laid in my lap and I just talked to him for about 15-20 minutes. I picked him up and took him outside to pee, brought him back in and laid him back in his bed with his little toy cheeseburger and I left. I went home and I remember my now wife's dog would not leave my side the whole night. Got up the next morning and got in the shower and when I got out, her dog Chloe was waiting for me when I got out...thought that was weird. Came home after work that day and got a call from my Dad that my dog had passed away. He waited for to come see him one last time and I guess my wife's dog could smell it on me and knew that it was going to happen.

Fast forward to 2017, Chloe who was now "our" dog was a part of the family and her and I had gotten really close. Found out she had cancer and there was nothing we could do without spending 10K on treatments and even then, there was no guarantee, so we gave her the best life possible. We let her go outside one night and she ran after a raccoon or something and would not come back up the hill. Finally got her inside and made a pallet for her to lay on and she slept down there the whole night. I got up that morning and went downstairs to lay with her and see how she was...no improvement. I told my wife that I made my peace with Chloe and I knew that it was time. I remember going to work that day, knowing something had happened, just this gut feeling. I go home after work and realize that she isn't there, my wife and her parents had taken her to the vet and decided not to come home with her. I remember walking outside over to the fence and laying my head on it and crying for 20 min. It took me months to finally be ok with her being gone. I still miss her. I still think about her. I still have her spot under our bushes where she would bring sticks over to chew exactly the way it was.

I know exactly what you are going through and it SUCKS. Ever since I read "Where the red fern grows" I have always had such a such spot for Dogs.
 
blowouts. All you daddies (and mommas) know what I'm talking about. I don't mean the tire.

 
Since I can no longer access the "things that suck ass" thread, I'll put this here:

Right now, in this moment, one of the three things in my life that I've had the longest is on its last legs. I got my truck in 2005, my explorer in 2007, and my dog in 2009. The truck hasn't run since 2010, the explorer hasn't run in over a year and a half, and now the dog looks like hes had his run too.

Moose and I clicked the from the time he was born. Came to the sound of my voice before his eyes were opened. Knew he was mine. Hes seen my boys grow up. Didnt bark unless he needed to. Was gentle with the kids. Rode in the front seat of my explorer like a king. As they say, all good things must come to an end.

I'm a big, strong, manly man, and I am willing to admit, I'm not ok right now.

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Sorry to hear man. It's not an easy thing, I just lost Vito and even 2 weeks later its still rough.

It heals up with time, but they are always there with you.

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The best 3:43 ever put on TV.
I would imagine being drunk or high this would really trip you out!!!
 
Why is it that when I tell my wife, "Please dont say anything to anyone, including your sister.", she will literally tell whomever she wants to, and I'm an asshole for getting mad.

And then when we have a conversation about something, and she NEVER says anything about it being private, I'm an asshole for talking about it?

Maybe I just need to stop talking altogether, but then I'll probably just be an asshole for not talking to anyone....

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Why is it that when I tell my wife, "Please dont say anything to anyone, including your sister.", she will literally tell whomever she wants to, and I'm an asshole for getting mad.

And then when we have a conversation about something, and she NEVER says anything about it being private, I'm an asshole for talking about it?

Maybe I just need to stop talking altogether, but then I'll probably just be an asshole for not talking to anyone....

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Tell her she needs counseling for trust issues. I promise it will go over well. :lol:
 
Maybe I just need to stop talking altogether, but then I'll probably just be an asshole for not talking to anyone....

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This is my current dilemma....I'm an asshole because I don't talk anymore, and when I do I'm just 'being civil' (how I'm told I'm being, anyway).
 
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