Depends on the boss. I had a guy I worked for and we’d hang out off work. We’d go to lunch, some days go on hikes during lunch, and went camping a couple of times. He was really laid back, didn’t care about my hours as long as I got my work done, and we built him a ramp in his backyard. More than once, he’d give me a bonus, send me to the pizza place for lunch, then tell me there was credit for me at the local tattoo shop. We still talk about every week or two. Good dude all around.

My current boss is cool, fine to work for, doesn’t care about my hours as long as I get my work done, and we joke and play around. But I’d never hang out with him. Just too different a life style.

Past boss, no way. I didn’t want him having my personal mobile phone number. You need to call me? You call me on the work cell. I come in, I do work. You tell me what you need done, you give me money. Not a bad guy, but that was just work.

Nono. Burner kids are ones you get when like you have a family thing and need to look like you have a family and your shit together. You get some burner kids and they pretend you’re their parent for a night or whatever. Then when you’re done with them, you just give them a few bucks, maybe a snickers and drop them off behind a 7-11.

No, not till there’s a way to monetize it. There’s no black market for organs, and I doubt there could be one, but do you really think insurance companies and the like wouldn’t start looking for was to increase kidney availability?

Not to yuck your yum, but most of the rest of the world doesn’t have school shootings, or a health insurance system like we do either. I’d not put harvesting to far past us.

Maybe. Is he still brown though? Because, well, uh… Yeah.

Upstream Color might fit this bill.

*anymore.

You know how they told you to come to a complete stop at stop sings? Same thing.

I bet they both lose a Michelin Star for this.

Ha. He earned his 2.5 hour round trip then. And honestly, had he pulled out another, $200 I’d have told him fuck off.

What? Oh god no. He bought clean pee. Probably while on Special K.

I was selling a saw. Pretty good one, compound mitre, slider, 12" blade, and a really nice stand. I don’t remember what I wad asking, but it was fair. Let’s say $500 for the sake of the story. Dude gets in touch, asks a couple of questions, and says yeah, he’ll take it for that price. Day comes, he shows up and checks it out. I have it set up and we cut a couple of boards to show him it’s all square and good.

He says cool, here’s $300.

I say, yeah, uh, we said 5. I’m selling it for 5. Not 3.

He looks at me deadpan and says this is all I brought.

I say well, I’m selling it for 5.

He looks at me and says I drove all the way from *city about an hour away on a good day with no traffic.

I look back at him and say Huh. I bet you wish you hadn’t done that.

He just kind of stands there looking at his shoes while I pack the saw back up and he sort of sulks off.

What’s old? I’m 53 and hate pretty much everything I see. I have a Grumpy Bear on my dashboard so we can bitch about other drivers. I’m in near constant pain from a back problem and can’t do very many fun things anymore. And every single day I make every interaction with everyone I come across as pleasnt and fun as I possibly can. I make eye contact and say please and thank you. I tease and joke with everyone I see. Just because I’m a curmudgeonly old fuck doesn’t mean I have to bum other people out. But maybe I’m not old yet.

If you smell shit everywhere you go, check your shoes.

My hamster saw this pic and just looks bummed the fuck out now.

The right can’t create. Nothing. No art, no music, no writing. It’s all garbage. I think it’s an empathy thing.

Shop Sign-> Don’t put it down; Put it away.

Thanks. To be fair, NutterButter know how to work it when the camera is on him.

Yes. That’s the joke. He very openly told stories about he and my mom sold pot to get to and from Woodstock.

I worked with my dad for 20 years. He taught me almost everything I know about building houses. But I think the two biggest things were, how to deal with tricky clients (this applies to all people, not just clients), and how to come at everything with a relaxed style. He used to say he spent a lot of money in the '60s developing his attitude.