Utterly Mad

Should I by mossberg 535 or savage axis .308 for Christmas? Decisions....

You seriously need to make a blog or something, this posts are pretty good reads.

P.S: I am a sane scratch ticket player...

Eh, I've never been one for scratch tickets or the lottery.

Clearly you need to take a lesson from Fallout: New Vegas, get the scratchoff addicts, and have the Fun kinda lottery. o3o

...you actually put up with ads. Get the torches and pitchforks. D:

Butbutbut Dorf Fort. D:

Quote from: Bubba-Doo 🦈 on December 17, 2016, 06:29:00 pm

I keep my scratch ticket addiction to a free app. There is one that promises the chance to win thousands and whatever, but most of the time you will only get like the $1 ones more then anything. Only cost is having to watch a video ad, but it's nice getting a buck for basically nothing, and getting coin things also from the app to waste on lottery type things.

And that app would be...

Lucktastic

being hotboxed with wood glue and womens perfume as billy joel mingles with the indian music playing over one of the builders phones.

The lady is wearing too much perfume, and it's obvious she is desperately clinging to her youth with too much plastic surgery. She approaches the counter after wafting her reek all over the station and chokes me half to death with the pungent bouquet of the kind of perfume that only the very old, or those wishing to hide some inherent unpleasant smell, spray on themselves. The air around her is thick with it, and it mingles poorly with the dizzying fumes of what smells like rubber cement, but is actually wood glue. Her children (I say "children" they are actually a guy and his young girlfriend being dragged around by the guys mother) stand close enough to her to make me think that they probably can't smell her anymore. Perhaps their olfactory senses have been burned into uselessness by this woman's choice in fragrance. She looks like plastic. The heels of her High-heels are as narrow as pencils and clash horrifyingly with the business suit pants. The pants also clash badly with the terribly revealing shirt and jacket combo that she has clearly purchased to show off her massive silicone implants. She's spent a great deal of time in the tanning booth as well. it's given her skin the look of an orange while the surgery has given her the face of a goblin, or the joker in the classic batman movies. She is upset because the scratch ticket machine is out of order, and so she tries to leave without them and without purchasing anything. I ask her to at least pay for the bottles of wine she is attempting to smuggle out of the store in her purse and she slams them down on the counter in disgust. She finally leaves and takes her funk with her. As she does so, I see her walking across the parking lot of the gas station. One of her heels slips through a grate and breaks. I hope she doesn't come back, my nose can't take much more of that.

Indian music is not unpleasant. It can be very repetitive if you don't understand the words, but otherwise the music is actually decent. It has a unique feel to it.