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Troll.

McClownell.

Thank God.

One fewer trunt.

Just put a period after “consequences” and you’ve trumpledouchkin’s out look on life.

The spac IPO took place a couple years ago.

You’re talking about the de-spac, when the two companies merge and DW becomes public.

Fuck McClownell.

Trash.

Doctor. Could be tinnitus.

I’m disgusted with ethics training. I have to take this constantly, and I have no opportunity to take anything from anyone. Somebody offered me free soup from the Soup Nazi’s company once and I couldn’t take it.

Meanwhile, these pigs in Congress are lining their pockets with everything.

I had to turn down an offer of free soup from a company I interviewed.

And this asshole rakes in millions in graft.

Justice is indeed blind.

California. 62. Been driving a manual for over 40 years. Most recently a six-speed.

Being treated like shit.

Damn – sorry!.

I ended up with a dermatologist who prescribed a steroid cream called triamcinoclone. But that was for diagnosed ectopic dermatitis.

I must say though, that diagnosis kind of covers anything that itches.

I had horrible skin problems after getting pneumonia.

Short term solution: Gold Bond makes a liquid with 2% lidocaine. It helped me get through some spikes in itchiness.

Good luck!

You really need a Vegas odds maker and and epigenetics expert to figure the over and under.

I’m 62 I’m hoping to work to 65-70 to get as much as I can before I kick the bucket.

You can start at 62 but you get twice as much if you wait until 70.

What a gamble.

It was a generally uncomfortable situation

Many years earlier, when I was about eight, I saw one of the earlier dobermans rip a friend’s scalp off.

They make me uncomfortable.

They’ve been dead for 30 and 20 years, respectively.

I’m okay. I hope you are too.

I learned to drive when I was about 16. My parents never had any food in the house, plus two extremely aggressive dobermans in the kitchen, so I couldn’t go in there anyway.

So sometimes I would sneak out right before MacDs close and eat a burger in the parking lot.

I’m a lot older now, but occasionally I still eat fast food in the darkness of the Walmart parking lot

I find it calming for some reason.

Bonus hilarity:

At Xmas in 1979 I had an Xmas tree lot with a slave driver boss – 12 to 18 hours a day. (He did partially pay me with a shopping bag full of wed.)

On night I got off around midnight and headed off to the local Mcds, order my food, and visit the restroom to take a piss – and somehow managed to drop my car keys in the piss water.

Not my favorite day ever.

Then I get home and find that they had released the dogs in the whole house and I had to yell and pound on the door to get my mother to lock them up.

FML