You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
What Americans call the "inside lane" people in other countries (at least the UK and Australia, IIRC) call the "outside lane", and vice versa.
I don't understand why you would call the lane closest to the edge of the road the "inside lane"...
It may be how people recognize the left lane the "passing lane" or the "fast lane" and inside the designated slow lane ... actually I have no idea why that would be called the "inside lane" either
Oklahoma is pretty well-known for how harsh its prison system is
For instance, one of the things they're very proud of is how they're pretty much the most monetarily-efficient state prison system in America, with each prisoner's 3 meals per day not costing a penny over (last I saw) $2.10
in fact, that miserliness extends to the final meals on death row, which can't cost over $15 and must be immediately available locally
When they opened the new death row unit like 10 or so years back, they forced the prison band to play at the ribbon-cutting ceremony and serve the guests at the party
You must aim weapons with your non-blind eye, then. :)
Yes, and it's a good thing that my dominant hand and functional eye are both the right one. During rifle qualifications, my DIs were worried that this was the end of the line for me but I did quite well.
A flexible turd-shaped weasel stands in an alleyway, in which train tracks appear out of nowhere, and he stands there doing nothing for ten seconds when a slow-moving train hits him. In an alleyway. And then he flies into the wall at a 90 degree angle. Copabanana.
Or, rather, they did, up until about five years ago, when my hair started to change colour. Now it seems to be in-between two colors, the old one that I adore, and a different one that I despise.
I really hope that my hair goes back to how it was when I was younger; it was one of the things I really liked about myself. As is, it could go either way. At least my eyebrows have kept the old colour. My loyal old bushy eyebrows.
As for my eyes, I like their colour, though if they could decide which colour they really are instead of looking like one colour in one light and looking like another in another light, it would be better. It's awkward not knowing what eye colour you have.
Apparently, I have wide eyes, and I can sometimes see just fine in slightly-dim light where other people need to turn more lights on. That is kind of fitting for a wide-eyed idealist who sees things as brighter and lighter than they really are; which, I guess, is me.
My ears are scruffy, and people ask me if a dog has chewed on them. I was born with scruffy ears, and beside, a squiggle border for the rim is much more interesting than a smooth edge.
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Sometimes I believe them
At school people used to tell me my eyes were freaky and unnerving, though. That's... close? Maybe?
I guess I can kinda see it.
Fuck Oklahoma
with a rusty cactus
^for serious?
She can wink and see the world in monochrome, I guess, or something
Dude, I was totally going to commend you for your restraint in not doing this.
but seriously, remember that thing we talked about with "not being all hard on yoself?"
Or, rather, they did, up until about five years ago, when my hair started to change colour. Now it seems to be in-between two colors, the old one that I adore, and a different one that I despise.
I really hope that my hair goes back to how it was when I was younger; it was one of the things I really liked about myself. As is, it could go either way. At least my eyebrows have kept the old colour. My loyal old bushy eyebrows.
As for my eyes, I like their colour, though if they could decide which colour they really are instead of looking like one colour in one light and looking like another in another light, it would be better. It's awkward not knowing what eye colour you have.
Apparently, I have wide eyes, and I can sometimes see just fine in slightly-dim light where other people need to turn more lights on. That is kind of fitting for a wide-eyed idealist who sees things as brighter and lighter than they really are; which, I guess, is me.
My ears are scruffy, and people ask me if a dog has chewed on them. I was born with scruffy ears, and beside, a squiggle border for the rim is much more interesting than a smooth edge.
this does not bode well
to be fair, not a lot of things in my life have boded well as of late
maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan what does a dude have to do to get a freakin' break