Today...

[RpgGamer]

I pay $150/month for my '01 Eclipse so that's what...$1800 a year?

 

and that's cheap compared to the vast majority of my friends

[Tim]

Yay, car is all rego'd and legally drivable now :D

[i_love_burritos]

god bless usmurrica

 

usa usa usa

[Riku3220]

god bless usmurrica

 

usa usa usa

"Somewhere in the distance an eagle shrieked as it rode an American buffalo to an apple-pie-eating contest at a baseball field."

[Range_This11]

Shot

Shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots!!! It's Thurstday.

[Sbrideau]

god bless usmurrica

 

usa usa usa

"Somewhere in the distance an eagle shrieked as it rode an American buffalo to an apple-pie-eating contest at a baseball field."

Thanks for the entertainment. I probably didn't get it if it was a reference to something.

[stevepole]

Shot

Shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots!!! It's Thurstday.

 

This guy knows what's up.

[Gwasha]

Shot

Shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots!!! It's Thurstday.

 

This guy knows what's up.

 

Thirsty thursday man

[doomy]

My exam results just came back, 2 A's an A- and a B. I thought I had done terribly but those results are awesome, so happy with that!

Should easily make it into next year of computer engineering! :D

[Ouchy]

My exam results just came back, 2 A's an A- and a B. I thought I had done terribly but those results are awesome, so happy with that!

Should easily make it into next year of computer engineering! :D

 

Well done bro :thumbup: I now have to wait another anxious month before I get mine.

[Bows]

http://www.npr.org/2008/03/28/89164759/a-victim-treats-his-mugger-right

 

Good people still exist. I consider myself one of them.

 

Here's my two short stories from today.

 

Woke up to a phone call from Kendra (Who's real name is Kym, she just prefers Kendra [for whatever reason], but I'll call her Kym from now on) asking what I'm doing today. I said nothing and she said we should go to the city with our friends and I agreed. So we all get together at my friend Chazz's ex-girlfriend Alyssa's house (who is Kym's best friend) and sort everything out. We leave around 12:00 PM and head to a McDonald's to grab a quick bite before we head to the BART station. Everyone else had already ordered their food and was sitting down eating while I was in line still. A little girl in ragged clothes walked in and got in line behind me; she appeared to be entirely alone. I heard her jingling some change and it turned out to be .59 cents. I ordered my coffee and fries and stepped out of the way so she could order. I waited next to the cash register to see what the little girl was doing and she looked at me and smiled, seeming happy. She asked the older lady working the register for one of the .50 cent cookies that they sell. It turns out it's .66 cents after tax. She was heartbroken. I asked her if that's all the money she had, and she said yes, that she hadn't eaten in three days and was trying to get enough money to eat. I asked if she had any parents and she said she didn't know where they were. I grabbed her hand and took her back to the register (I had taken her aside to talk) and ordered a Happy Meal with the generic girl toy they offered, as well as a small Oreo McFlurry and gave it to her. She seemed confused, as if nobody had ever done anything like this for her. I then gave her a $50 bill and told the manager of the McDonald's to call Child Protective Services and find her parents, and buy her some new clothes with that $50. He did just that. Before we left the little girl (who's name is Kaylee) came up to me right at the door and gave me the toy she had gotten from the meal and gave me hug and a tearful thank you. I said don't worry about it, enjoy your new clothes sweetie, and left.

 

Fast-forward to about 2:30 PM -- We're in the city. I've got some loose change hanging out in my pocket and there are plenty of homeless people in the city, so I decided to give it to someone. I grabbed a Grande Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks and my friends and I headed into the main shopping area to enjoy the day and do some Christmas shopping. About fifteen minutes into our walking around, I spot a homeless man sitting on the steps with his dog, apparently asleep. Target acquired. I walk over after telling my friends to go ahead without me for a minute. I sit down next to him and gently tap him on the shoulder; not wanting to startle him. He wakes up and his dog slowly walks over to me and licks my hand. I ask him his name; it's Tom, he says, and this is Kinder, pointing at his dog. I introduce myself and grab his small empty soup can next to him and drop some change into it. God Bless, he says; and smiles weakly. We both get up and as I'm getting up I subtly pull a $100 bill from my jacket pocket and shake his hand, slipping it into his. Before he realizes what happened I pet the dog, bid farewell and start walking away. I turn my head around to see him crying and holding his dog. I tear up and sit down in a semi-secluded area of a cafe to take in what I had just done for two complete strangers not three hours apart. I never even told my friends.

 

Sometimes I wonder if people notice things like that. Then I remember 95% of society is filled with people who only care about themselves, and that thought is promptly shoved out of my head. Good night, TIF.

[Iamdan]

[bleep] [bleep] [bleep] I can't stand the bros at my gym.

 

I asked a guy to spot my last bench press set, and told him not to touch the bar unless I start dropping it. I did this because people seem to think spotting a bench is a good chance to work their deltoids for some reason beyond me. How are you meant to know what you lifted if somebody is helping? Either make the rep or fail it.

 

He pulls up the bar as soon as I start struggling anyway, does it unevenly, [bleep]s my elbow and it now looks like I will have to take it easy for a week or 2.

 

If they insist on doing nothing but curls, crunches and deadlifts with a bent back that's fine. But messing with my training with stupidity isn't cool.

[Jeffwilson99]

Shot

Shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots!!! It's Thurstday.

 

This guy knows what's up.

 

It's friday night here now. You guys gotta stop living in the past!

[Jacks0n]

So I got a job working at Domino's :D

[The Observer]

Friday morning. Can't wait for this day to be over.

[K4ylan]

So I got a job working at Domino's :D

 

send me a free pizza

[Maleficus1055]

Forget to turn on my alarm, missed my first two classes. Gonna go to my next at 11, pick up a book of Coltrane solos from the library, then relax all day.

[stevepole]

http://www.npr.org/2008/03/28/89164759/a-victim-treats-his-mugger-right

 

Good people still exist. I consider myself one of them.

 

Here's my two short stories from today.

 

Woke up to a phone call from Kendra (Who's real name is Kym, she just prefers Kendra [for whatever reason], but I'll call her Kym from now on) asking what I'm doing today. I said nothing and she said we should go to the city with our friends and I agreed. So we all get together at my friend Chazz's ex-girlfriend Alyssa's house (who is Kym's best friend) and sort everything out. We leave around 12:00 PM and head to a McDonald's to grab a quit bite before we head to the BART station. Everyone else had already ordered their food and was sitting down eating while I was in line still. A little girl in ragged clothes walked in and got in line behind me; she appeared to be entirely alone. I heard her jingling some change and it turned out to be .59 cents. I ordered my coffee and fries and stepped out of the way so she could order. I waited next to the cash register to see what the little girl was doing and she looked at me and smiled, seeming happy. She asked the older lady working the register for one of the .50 cent cookies that they sell. It turns out it's .66 cents after tax. She was heartbroken. I asked her if that's all the money she had, and she said yes, that she hadn't eaten in three days and was trying to get enough money to eat. I asked if she had any parents and she said she didn't know where they were. I grabbed her hand and took her back to the register (I had taken her aside to talk) and ordered a Happy Meal with the generic girl toy they offered, as well as a small Oreo McFlurry and gave it to her. She seemed confused, as if nobody had ever done anything like this for her. I then gave her a $50 bill and told the manager of the McDonald's to call Child Protective Services and find her parents, and buy her some new clothes with that $50. He did just that. Before we left the little girl (who's name is Kaylee) came up to me right at the door and gave me the toy she had gotten from the meal and gave me hug and a tearful thank you. I said don't worry about it, enjoy your new clothes sweetie, and left.

 

Fast-forward to about 2:30 PM -- We're in the city. I've got some loose change hanging out in my pocket and there are plenty of homeless people in the city, so I decided to give it to someone. I grabbed a Grande Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks and my friends and I headed into the main shopping area to enjoy the day and do some Christmas shopping. About fifteen minutes into our walking around, I spot a homeless man sitting on the steps with his dog, apparently asleep. Target acquired. I walk over after telling my friends to go ahead without me for a minute. I sit down next to him and gently tap him on the shoulder; not wanting to startle him. He wakes up and his dog slowly walks over to me and licks my hand. I ask him his name; it's Tom, he says, and this is Kinder, pointing at his dog. I introduce myself and grab his small empty soup can next to him and drop some change into it. God Bless, he says; and smiles weakly. We both get up and as I'm getting up I subtly pull a $100 bill from my jacket pocket and shake his hand, slipping it into his. Before he realizes what happened I pet the dog, bid farewell and start walking away. I turn my head around to see him crying and holding his dog. I tear up and sit down in a semi-secluded area of a cafe to take in what I had just done for two complete strangers not three hours apart. I never even told my friends.

 

Sometimes I wonder if people notice things like that. Then I remember 95% of society is filled with people who only care about themselves, and that thought is promptly shoved out of my head. Good night, TIF.

 

Wow, what a touching and inspiring story. I wish I could say I've done the same to help a complete stranger, but I haven't.

[Sbrideau]

http://www.npr.org/2008/03/28/89164759/a-victim-treats-his-mugger-right

 

Good people still exist. I consider myself one of them.

 

Here's my two short stories from today.

 

Woke up to a phone call from Kendra (Who's real name is Kym, she just prefers Kendra [for whatever reason], but I'll call her Kym from now on) asking what I'm doing today. I said nothing and she said we should go to the city with our friends and I agreed. So we all get together at my friend Chazz's ex-girlfriend Alyssa's house (who is Kym's best friend) and sort everything out. We leave around 12:00 PM and head to a McDonald's to grab a quick bite before we head to the BART station. Everyone else had already ordered their food and was sitting down eating while I was in line still. A little girl in ragged clothes walked in and got in line behind me; she appeared to be entirely alone. I heard her jingling some change and it turned out to be .59 cents. I ordered my coffee and fries and stepped out of the way so she could order. I waited next to the cash register to see what the little girl was doing and she looked at me and smiled, seeming happy. She asked the older lady working the register for one of the .50 cent cookies that they sell. It turns out it's .66 cents after tax. She was heartbroken. I asked her if that's all the money she had, and she said yes, that she hadn't eaten in three days and was trying to get enough money to eat. I asked if she had any parents and she said she didn't know where they were. I grabbed her hand and took her back to the register (I had taken her aside to talk) and ordered a Happy Meal with the generic girl toy they offered, as well as a small Oreo McFlurry and gave it to her. She seemed confused, as if nobody had ever done anything like this for her. I then gave her a $50 bill and told the manager of the McDonald's to call Child Protective Services and find her parents, and buy her some new clothes with that $50. He did just that. Before we left the little girl (who's name is Kaylee) came up to me right at the door and gave me the toy she had gotten from the meal and gave me hug and a tearful thank you. I said don't worry about it, enjoy your new clothes sweetie, and left.

 

Fast-forward to about 2:30 PM -- We're in the city. I've got some loose change hanging out in my pocket and there are plenty of homeless people in the city, so I decided to give it to someone. I grabbed a Grande Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks and my friends and I headed into the main shopping area to enjoy the day and do some Christmas shopping. About fifteen minutes into our walking around, I spot a homeless man sitting on the steps with his dog, apparently asleep. Target acquired. I walk over after telling my friends to go ahead without me for a minute. I sit down next to him and gently tap him on the shoulder; not wanting to startle him. He wakes up and his dog slowly walks over to me and licks my hand. I ask him his name; it's Tom, he says, and this is Kinder, pointing at his dog. I introduce myself and grab his small empty soup can next to him and drop some change into it. God Bless, he says; and smiles weakly. We both get up and as I'm getting up I subtly pull a $100 bill from my jacket pocket and shake his hand, slipping it into his. Before he realizes what happened I pet the dog, bid farewell and start walking away. I turn my head around to see him crying and holding his dog. I tear up and sit down in a semi-secluded area of a cafe to take in what I had just done for two complete strangers not three hours apart. I never even told my friends.

 

Sometimes I wonder if people notice things like that. Then I remember 95% of society is filled with people who only care about themselves, and that thought is promptly shoved out of my head. Good night, TIF.

 

Very nice gestures on your part. But one question comes to mind: Are you rich? Giving away $150 just like that is not something I would be able to do, since I am barely able to pay for what I have.

[RpgGamer]

I carry $150ish on me, but...I'm not about to just hand it out really. So...kudos to you Bows. Makin' people happy and stuff.

[Sbrideau]

Well, I didn't know so many people had that much money on them. Enough that there's someone in my class bragging about the $300 he always has on him. How can you guys have so much money on you, especially with the dangers of having it on you?

 

Meh, I never have more than $20 on me (except my cards) as I can't afford to have more than that on me.

[The Observer]

I usually only keep around $20 on me as well, unless I'm going somewhere that needs more.

[Giordano]

Well, I didn't know so many people had that much money on them. Enough that there's someone in my class bragging about the $300 he always has on him. How can you guys have so much money on you, especially with the dangers of having it on you?

 

Meh, I never have more than $20 on me (except my cards) as I can't afford to have more than that on me.

Can you tell how much money a man has in his wallet by looking at him? No, if you don't gloat you have $300 on you like your kid, you'll suffer the same chance at getting mugged.

[stevepole]

Some people prefer cash over cards, I find it as simple as that.

[Randox]

Nice stories Bows, brought a smile to my face, especially the first one. I assume you have a job that pays in cash to be carrying those denominations of money?

 

I think I carry something like $40 on me. It's really just for when I am in a situation where debit/credit is either not an option, or not feasible. I hate using real money though, because then I have to deal with the change.

 

In Junior High, one day a kid in my class came to school with like $500 in his wallet (I think it was $300 and like $200 in coupons or something like that). Guess who's wallet got stolen during gym class that day. I don't think he ever got it back, and he learned a valuable lesson about gloating about how much money you have, and then leaving said money unattended for an hour.