My main thing with solar is I wish they’d put panels over existing parking lots or large buildings. This is a thing that is already done in some places, this is a solved engineering problem, but in my area anywhere a solar farm has sprung up it’s been a field that previously either grew crops or was undeveloped woods. And I know the reason someone’s going to come back with: To install solar awnings over an existing Wal Mart parking lot, you need to tear up the asphalt to install power lines, build the actual structure, permitting is probably more expensive, and you have to have some or all of the parking lot down for awhile during construction restricting the use of the store. Meanwhile, clear cut 10 acres of forest and you get lumber to sell to a paper mill.

Batman sold his giant penny on an episode of Pawn Stars: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3y2JMnW5Pg4

An irrational decision.

I’ve never been told my dick is small by a woman who hadn’t already told me it was big. This leads me to have two competing hypotheses about the size of my penis. It either:

1. undergoes a cycle of drastic size changes that follows a sawtooth function, gradually decreasing throughout a relationship to a minimum during the relationship-ending argument only to instantly shoot back up to a maximum upon getting with the next chick, or it:

2. Remains a consistent normal size while a series of women repeatedly told the same set of contradictory lies as a method of manipulating my feelings one way and then another.

Now to design an experimental apparatus to test these hypotheses.

Stand back 3 wolf moon, we’ve got two sauropod lightning.

A major way is usually the engine runs at higher RPM while choked, so without the brake on, idling with the choke on will likely move the chain with “don’t want it up your crotch” amounts of power.

I’m a flight instructor. We get prosecuted if we’re that bad at our jobs.

Splash on some 100LL. Eau de Boomer Brain

Is anyone else here enough of a 90’s kid to remember the TBS show Dinner and a Movie? The theme song for it just popped into my head. Doot, doo do beans and cornbread doot doo do beans and cornbread.

That’s Another Day In Paradise by Phil Collins.

I first heard the song as a child, on the radio being driven around by my parents. Didn’t really take the verses on board, and the chorus is simply repeats of “Oh, think twice. It’s another day for you and me in paradise.” With that big romantic hook and the warm breezy feel, as a kid I interpreted it as a groom asking his bride to consider extending their tropical honeymoon. I filed it in the same mental folder with Fields Of Gold.

It’s a song about abject poverty, about haves and have nots. Verses are about beggers on the street calling out to the wealthy who pretend not to see them. It lands like a brick.

Tell mister tally man, I can’t go, I owe six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch to the company store.

Jesus I’ve done that with a Galaxy S10e. I have a Pixel 10 Pro XL now. It’s heavier than the nation of Andorra. If I drop it on my face I think it genuinely might cave my skull in.

I think that’s the idea.

Maybe if someone gave him some TP for his bunghole, it wouldn’t have come to this.

Come over to my house, I’ll set you to work pulling the kudzu down out of the trees.

And even lesslier oxygen.

Why I will never join a gym. I can do pushups in my living room.

No it couldn’t, because Windows 8.1 was.

Well there’s this.

What’s more, this ass is so shit.