Why Are You Pissed Off Today?

Do it like the gentleman in the picture. For every pocketsquare you own, get a matching watch.


Forget color coordinating with your pocketsquare -- that guy is coordinating with his headset. That's some bit time shit right there.
 
Oh what the fuck? Why are there bags under my Jag's upper engine manifold? Was this car used to smuggle coke? Wtf?

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What the what? What's inside them?

Bought a pair of pants, don't fit, cant return. Stuck.

Goth ninja?
 
I love that you have such a tenuous concept of automobile technology that you, for a moment, believed that bags of helium inside the engine made his car light enough to be pushed by the power of said engine.

We all know that the British harnessing the relative proportional strength of ants in a crystalline form is what makes Jaguars go.

I think its more that I have such a tenuous grip on sanity that I was able to believe
 
Just a moment ago I became upset at myself when I walked into the kitchen and realized I had forgotten to bring my wine glass with me. But then I realized I was carrying the glass in my right hand. I hope I am not losing my faculties.

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A couple of months ago I asked whether my cousin's wedding was black tie. It spurred them to wear black tie but now at the morning ceremony my uncle and cousin are wearing black tie. Evening wear at 9:30 in the morning.
 
not actually pissing me off, but gotta share this:

sunday afternoon me and the wife was driving home and maybe 5-10 minutes away from our house, on the main road, there was a minor build up and when we passed by I saw several motorcycles and scooters (so many people here use 2 wheeled vehicles) in the middle of the road, and a bunch of obviously army personnel who were probably riding their motorcycles were standing in the middle of the road attending a lady who was obviously in an accident. that's all I saw as I passed by.

when we got home, I had to leave again and so I passed by that road again. this time there were some ambulances going that same direction. when I passed by the accident scene, from the other side of the road I saw that the lady isn't there anymore. but the army guys were standing around an adult male lying on the road, in red shirt and jeans, and someone covered his face. guy's obviously dead. as I've said- I'm not pissed about it... just occurred to me that wow, the dude and his lady were probably enjoying a ride on a sunday afternoon... for whatever reason they got into an accident and just like that, you're dead.

Motorcycles, man. All it takes is one slip and your life is over. Or one distracted driver. Or one geriatric.
 
Motorcycles, man. All it takes is one slip and your life is over. Or one distracted driver. Or one geriatric.

I drove by a motorcycle accident that just happened once and it was nasty. The guy looked like an opened fire hydrant gushing blood.
 
Jesus Fucking Christ. There's a guy at lunch who has a serious case of turrets. Keeps fucking blaring out honking noises. People are leaving. He'll say a normal sentence then makes loud noises that sound like dying ducks.

hahahaha. TAKE VIDEO!
 
I ate quick and left. I was sitting down reading some posts here and started wondering why a horn kept going off. Low and behold it was a guy more than halfway across the restaurant honking. He had a tick as well.

Dammit
 
Wow. I've triggered an office-wide controversy today for wearing my penny loafers with no socks. Talk about uptight. It was even suggested we amend the dress code.
 
To wearing socks. 1st world problem.

I crossed my legs in a meeting and this female curmudgeon started cackling about seeing my ankles. I told her people pay money for the privledge and to shut up.

Oh, and she was wearing open toed shoes.
 
Two weeks ago I went to my boss to beg for my former direct. She's abused within a triumvirate of women. Every time I lob a grenade over to the triumvirate they turn around and blame her. I then did a proposal to trade headcount and budget to have her work temporarily on my project for five months. That requires a few weeks deliberation while they hire brand new people to do the things they promised my former direct. Why I can't get her because she is busy with things; things they are hiring people for but not letting her work.

Now the 500k project is in jeopardy and I made another plea for resources which no one thinks needs allocating. Least of which this former direct whom I tailored the thing for. I am diplomatically not getting up and saying I want so and so. I made two pitches today on how we are going into a world of hurt if we don't put the right people on this. Some crickets or vague disbelief that we have issues are offered by two groups of people not once but twice. Okay. Just close your eyes. Just close your eyes and keep typing emails away until the walls fall down on you.
 
Sierra Trading Post had a pair of Wolverine 1000 mile boots, in my size!, that I could have snagged for $135. If you use the iPhone app you get free shipping. So I downloaded the app, put the boots in the cart, and tried to check out. Well, I couldn't, because the stupid app kept crashing on me. So I used their live chat. Well, by the time she got around to telling me she would honor the free shipping, the boots were gone. Dammit, that was a $200 savings over buying them new.
 
I hate that there are tons of links to watch the US Open of golf... but all of them tell me "Sorry, the service is not available in your area." :omegarage-77:
 
The soap I bought is the same color as my bathtub. You know what that means: when I am in the shower, I cannot see it, and so I waste valuable time looking for it. (My eyesight without my contacts is very, very bad. If I had my contacts in, I'd see the soap. But I do not shower with my contacts in, as it would be a ridiculous thing to do.)


Keeping your soap in the basin of your shower (when not in use) seems like a safety hazard. You could slip on it and die naked.

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My shoulder hurts badly... I think I might injured it. ¡Carajo!
 
Solidarity. I strained my hamstring doing some yoga.


Yup. I think I injuried it at the beggining of yesterday's workout. I was doing some pull-ups but the ones that you go up and the bar goes back of your head, don't remember the propper name.
 
Big metal rod fell on my foot. You guard your head and the thing hits your foot. Big wine stain bruise on my big toe.
 
The entire turnpike is a fucking disaster. Its some sort of space time wormhole where people are not permitted to pump their own gas.
 
I hate people who litter. I'm not talking about throwing an apple core or a banana peel out the window, that shit'll decompose in a week. I'm fine with that. But plastic bottles and aluminium cans will be around for a long time, asshole.


In the late 90's I was on tour with a hardcore crust/grind band that was super progressive. I was too, actually I still am... just don't dress the part anymore. We were playing a show in Virginia Beach and decided to check out the strip first. As we were enjoying the kitsch and irony, this little fucking trick in a string bikini in front of us just threw a full slushy at the base of a garbage can while she was walking down the street. I put her cup in the trash and sopped up most of the syrupy excess with newspapers and threw them in the trash. The locals, the hard-ass looking motherfuckers across the street, the bikers and the tourists all applauded on the block we were on and the north and south blocks. In the mid-late 90's, there was nothing socially acceptable about us but... I did one simple little thing to offset Jane Jacob's Broken Window Theory and those inconsiderate littering women got booed while a dozen or so gutter-punks and anarchists got credit for trying to keep the surroundings were given as nice as possible.
 
I have had a stiff neck since Sat. I get this 2-3 times a year. Usually takes a week to "heal." Can't turn my neck left or right.
One of my lady friends text'd me on Sat night asking if I wanted to "hang." I had to pass as I was in so much pain......
 
I'm in bed with the dogs. One of them smells like old piss. I can't tell which one.
 

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