Earlier today, I went and bought some guitar pedals off craigs so I was near Pulaski and Irving meeting the dude.
I go into Walgreens to pick up some smokes.

The woman at the register, around 30, somewhat attractive...she is standing there and reaches her entire hand into the back of her pants and starts scratching her ass and picking her underwear out of her ass crack. Right there in front of me. I am standing there just staring at her, she never breaks eye contact with me and asks 'can I help you?' as she's pulling it out.

I could not help it I said 'Jesus fucking Christ, woman'

She says 'Excuse me?' I say 'I don't want anything, forget it' and start walking away. She says, and I quote 'Well FUCK YOU anyway!'

What the fuck is wrong with people? Seriously.

If only it were full of furries...

Is there anywhere downtown that sells clock parts?

Kayte R. wrote:Is there anywhere downtown that sells clock parts?

Sure, there's Clock Partz. It's at the top of the Sears Tower.

Clock shop out in Skokie. Nice place.

Sometimes ya just gotta let a clock go.

Old man, you've done your time....time for you to go out in the world, make something of yourself with what time you have left.

But I guess if the clock dosen't work he has no time left, technically. You could break it up for firewood or blow it up in the street at night with explosives. You could light it on fire and hurl it out your window onto a passerby. Tons of options here, and fixing it is probably the least exciting if you really sit and think about it for a moment.

I'm gonna try blick.
I forgot about fathers day.


ETA: It's not a broken clock, it's a new clock I'm making for my dad out of felt and polyfiber...I know it sounds awesome.

Pfffft... engineers

Kayte R. wrote:I'm gonna try blick.
I forgot about fathers day.


ETA: It's not a broken clock, it's a new clock I'm making for my dad out of felt and polyfiber...I know it sounds awesome.

Are you using old beer cans and yarn as well?

this thread took a strange turn. like, almost surreal.