So, you're agreeing they're not hippies, right? Never met a pre-med/pre-law hippy from Long Island/Jersey.

I believe Jerry Garcia once OD'ed on heroin and wound up in a coma but blamed it on his diabetes. That bothers me.

No, they're type-A asshole med students from Long Island Jewish families. We used to get them by the truckload down in Atlanta because of Emory University. These are acid-dealing, sports-gambling, anti-hippy deadheads. They drive BMW sports cars with steal your face bumper stickers.

And as for bikers=deadheads, you just need to attend or view pics from dead shows in Nor-Cal or Colorado. Tons of biker deadheads. Fuck's sake, Pigpen was a biker icon.

Not sure if this has been covered, but sitting down for a good shit, and realizing I didn't bring my cell with me

Melted chewing gum in the clothes dryer.

2) trying to get on the elevator before letting me off. Here's a hint, it isn't happening, I'll throw elbows at your grandma if that bitch tries me.

From the sentences that have never been uttered by anyone, anywhere, at anytime file.

"Thank God I had that stupid fucking too small to put anything useful into but big enough that every thing you want to pull out of your pocket gets stuck in it fifth pocket in my jeans today. I don't know what I would have down without it."

Other than I know I would not rip a hole in the bigger pocket while trying to pull my car keys out of it.

This really irritates me. A couple of restaurants have opened up here recently touting "wood fired pizza." If you look at the first pic below, the oven, idiotically named, "Wood Stone," clearly has a gas burner hidden behind a grate. Then in the second pic from a different restaurant, you can see they're using the same fucking oven only they clearly just threw a couple of pieces of wood off to the side and lit them on fire to fake the photo. Assholes.

Years ago another restaurant did the same thing and I actually asked someone to show me the oven and tell me why the pizza is called "wood fired," when the flame clearly came from a gas burner. The next time I came back, the pizza was billed as being, "stone fired," which means absolutely fucking nothing.

Edit: From checking out the "Wood Stone" website, I see the target temperature for their ovens is 570°. I can calibrate my fucking home electric oven to get hotter than that.

Only things I have ever put in the lil pocket are bags of meth and a Zippo. It sucks when you forget your meth in there and run it through the wash.

Assholes who ride their bicycles on the main roads when there's a blizzard going on.

It seems they've made the plastic shopping bags at the grocery store so fucking thin that every one has to be double bagged or they'll rip. There has to be a name for that level of absurdity.

^^^ Do you at least swing your arms when you walk? I knew a guy in college who would walk with his arms stationary, straight down. Unless you're a gunslinger from the 1800's, that's not acceptable.