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Why all the Golden Corral hate? Golden Corral is honestly better than a loving movie. I have a friend named Bruce. Bruce looks to be some kind of honest-to-God pirate at first glance, and I mean Captain Jack Sparrow's crew pirate, and the ornery, mean old loving pirate you'd never, ever want to mess with because he'd bite your God-damned nose off and eat it. He's also wildly into K-pop, choreographs his own dance routines to it, and in the last year or two has started just basically eating like a Korean, which apparently means shitloads of vegetables and cabbage. Anyway, Bruce goes to Golden Corral like 2x a week, which I thought was kind of strange due to his new health kick, so finally I asked him about it. "Dude," he said. "Golden Corral has a shitload of vegetables, and their cabbage is great. But you're missing the point. You don't go to Golden Corral just for the food. It's loving dinner theater." And you know what? He's right. For $12 you can sit and watch some of the most hilarious, downright hellishly gluttonous behavior you will see outside the Plane of Fat in the Demonic Abyss. I went with him one time and laughed so hard at some of the poo poo on display that now I go with him about once a month, get a big plate of steak and another big plate of salad, stake out a spot where you can see most of the buffets (and oh for loving sure the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL) and just observe the kind of unbelievably self-indulgent (and self-destructive) poo poo that would make a European or Southeast Asian's person head explode off their shoulders in horror and make someone with a "sick sad world" sense of humor laugh their rear end off. Someone, say, like me. For example, the very first time I went with Bruce I was witness to "the recon." This is a real thing, and what I am about to describe is not an isolated incident, no sirree. Humongously fat people will literally go scout the buffet. Now, I think we all do this to some extent at a buffet, in the "Hmm, what do they have to eat here?" glance-while-walking-to-the-table sense, but this is done with military precision, people. I've watched with my own eyes three people, all of whom were 300 lbs+, meet briefly and talk, then split up and go to the buffets, carefully eyeballing each selection, lips moving, fingers pointing, as if cataloging the unearthly delights that await them, then loving meeting back up in the same place to discuss what they saw and plan an attack. I'm serious. They were like 10 feet away. "Guys it looks like the fried chicken tonight is coming out pretty fast, pretty sure that stuff's going to be good, but the rotisserie is just kind of hanging out. Pulled pork was kind of crusty but I think if we dug down a bit there's good stuff there. There was a bit of a crust on the edge of the brown gravy and someone dropped some loving broccoli in it but the white gravy's looking fine. Outside of that, hot bar A looks good. And of course the bourbon chicken looks good as always." "Fantastic. Well, the guy cooking the steaks told me they are busting open a new box in about 20 minutes, so we should probably lay off that until then. I noticed there was a lot of bacon in the green beans right now so that should probably be one of our first stops. The mac and cheese tonight also looks loving delicious, it's got a nice crust unlike that bullshit last week when it was practically yellow water, so we need to move on that. It looks like they recently changed out the taco stuff, especially the nacho cheese, it looks brand new, so, take that for what it's worth." "Well I've got bad news guys, from what I could see it looks like tonight's a no chocolate cake night, they only have that loving one that has those fake cherries on top, and we all know how that fucks things up." >groans all around< "But it's not that big a deal because they just put out rice krispies with chocolate coating and the girl said they've got tons of them. They've also got those sugar cookies and some fudge brownies that look all right, and all the other pie poo poo they usually have." "OK, so green beans, fried chicken, the mac and cheese, the white gravy, those are tonight's superstars. Let's go." I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP. I expected a loving Wonder Twin powers-esque ring bump at this point, but instead they just all fled to a plate dispenser and began loading the gently caress out of their plates. It really reminds me of nothing so much as when people like, discuss what's going on with their favorite sports teams. Except with food. This is also when I first experienced the phenomenon of the "multiplate." Now, your average person will take a plate to the buffet, fill it with food, and go back to their table and eat. But, you see, that person understands that when they are done eating, if they want more, there will be more food available at that time. But the multiplater wants to hedge its bets. What if, between that first and second trip to the buffet, the restaurant suddenly ran completely the gently caress out of food? Like, not even mints by the cash register or gum in the quarter machines? WHAT THEN? Your deliciousness per second (DPS... sorry) will go down! It doesn't bear thinking about. Now it's unlikely, gentlemen, but not impossible, so as we are smart consumers, we're going to guard against the possibility. So let's each go get three complete plates of food and come back to the table. Now I'm not talking a meal plate and a salad plate, as I mentioned before I myself do that every time I go to watch this... whatever the gently caress it is, Theater of the Grotesque, I guess. But just imagine for a moment going up to the buffet and getting a plate loaded down with actual loving rib-sticking food. 3-4 chicken wings and legs, a big-rear end helping of mac and cheese, some mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, two corns on the cob, and a yeast roll or two, then taking it back to your table. Time to eat, right? WRONG. DIPSHIT. WHAT IF THEY RUN OUT OF FOOD WHILE YOU ARE EATING YOU GOD-DAMNED NINNY? WHAT ABOUT YOUR DPS? So you just set this completely full plate down and go get another one, and again you just completely fill the gently caress out of it with food. A couple of steaks, a pile of pulled pork, a rice mountain topped with sugary chicken (MOUNT BOURBON), and a couple of smoked sausages with nacho cheese on them, then you take that back to your table. You now have enough food at your table, JUST ON YOUR PLATES, to feed an entire platoon of ten year-olds who have been playing all day. Time to sit down and pig the gently caress out. WRONG. DIPSHIT. WHAT IF THEY RUN OUT OF FOOD NOW? YOU'VE ONLY GOT LITERALLY TEN OR FIFTEEN THOUSAND CALORIES ON YOUR PLATE, YOU'RE PRACTICALLY GOING TO STARVE TO DEATH. IF YOU DON'T KEEP YOUR DPS UP WE'LL HAVE TO KICK YOU OUT OF THE GUILD DUDE. So again you set your second completely full plate down and go back AGAIN. I dunno what the gently caress you get this time, since you already have basically everything they serve, but on one multiplate I watched a dude walk(?) to the salad bar and create the following salad: 1 giant ladle of blue cheese dressing directly onto the plate Multiple giant scoops of shredded cheese on top of this Multiple giant scoops of those weird ham cube-bits on top of this Multiple giant scoops of bacon bits on top of this Multiple giant scoops of boiled egg crumbles on top of this An enormous pile of croutons A giant scoop of mushrooms (I think this "made it healthy" because mushrooms are like a fish or something and fish is negative calorie superfood?) 2 giant ladles of blue cheese dressing on top Just think about that for a loving minute. OK, frankly, it sounds pretty delicious, but holy poo poo how horrid does something like that have to be for you? Imagine trying to poo poo that out a few hours down the line. But now you have your third plate, and so now you can at least quiet the yammering fear that you won't get to eat everything in the entire God-damned place before it closes down for the night, and at last you can finally start to eat. Again, this is not fantasy. I've watched this multiple times. I've seen a woman so fat she had to use a walker to move sit by herself at a 4-person table and completely cover the surface of it with plates of food before she started eating, and she cleaned every last one of them. It has the same uneasy, somehow alien fascination of seeing a car wreck, or a really hosed-up porn where the chick is wearing spider prosthetics and hissing all the loving time. You're like, am I really supposed to be entertained by this? I kind of feel bad, and sort of weird, but... I mean, just loving look at it. It's brutal, unchained nihilism unfettered from any concept of moderation or shame or self-preservation and frankly it's kind of fascinating watching someone deliberately say "gently caress any sort of a comfortable life, WHERE IS THE THOUSAND ISLAND CONTAINER?" So what I'm trying to say is, Golden Corral really is cheap dinner theater, and believe it or not you can actually eat there without consuming ten thousand+ calories if you just eat a steak strip or two and some salad or potatoes or something. Oh, and did I mention the Chocolate Wonderfall? Well, frankly, if you dare to use that loving thing I salute you, because it wouldn't surprise me to find a live octopus in it. This is already too long for a dumb post about obsessive fatties at Golden Corral, but if I get a chance later I might type up some of the poo poo I've seen people do with that thing. BTW as a disclaimer I'm a 220-lb dude (6'2" though so I don't look too monstrous) who has spent his whole life losing and then gaining weight. I know it's extremely tough to do, and it's REALLY tough to keep doing and maintain it, but there's a big difference between "I'm overweight, try my best, run 4 times a week, and occasionally overindulge in an entire tub of scoop n' eat cheesecake filling" and sticking your face to the loving ears into the Chocolate Wonderfall and sucking like Cygnus X-1 till security gets there with the the bullropes. I hope someone liked reading that as much as I liked writing it. * * * * * * * * OK, so, as promised, the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL. That's right, a non-stop flowing river of chocolate decadence. I have no idea how it's legal to have this thing. At first glance it's like, "Yeah, that's kind of cool, looks tasty," but then on further reflection you begin to think of terms like "vector" and "transmission" and "patient zero" and start to reconsider. They don't let restaurants serve food "family style" (big bowls and serving spoons in a common dish on the table) and this seems like family style on steroids. I dunno. Bruce told me about the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL one night on the way to GC. "Dude, they have like this chocolate river thing now, you'll see." "Is it good?" "No, dude. No. Just watch." Now, they have a person who stands in the dessert section who is supposed to, I guess, guard the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL? But they are not always there, and occasionally disappear into the back of the restaurant to do whatever it is that is done back there. This is as effective as any guard who is randomly gone. But in case user 'goldencorral' is in this thread, I will say that every gross/unsanitary thing I've seen regarding the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL has taken place when this person, who I will call Deputy Sweeto, was gone. The way people are actually supposed to engage with the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL: take a piece of something that would be good with chocolate, stick it on a skewer, stick it under the chocolate, you are done. Put it on a plate so it doesn't drop all over the place, go back to your seat, eat, enjoy, go home. Fifty return trips to the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL optional, but necessary. So here are some things I've seen people do with the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL. Note that the real threat to the integrity of the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL is not adults, who although they may do disgusting and unhealthy things to it (such as using, say, actual loving fudge as the material to be chocolate-covered) most of them are conscientious enough to not be unsanitary. Oh, but unattended children, they Do. Not. Give. A. gently caress. And believe me, at GC there's going to be some unattended children, because mommy and daddy are trying to get their DPS up people, and paying attention to their precious living things might result in someone else getting more of the mac and cheese crust covering by delaying their second multiplate. Chocolate chicken leg: This is what I saw the first time I went there and just before the only time I contemplated chocolating something up. Just as I was about to get up, I watched a little kid, probably about 6-7 years old, walk up to the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL and stick a fried chicken leg in it. Now, frankly, this is loving hilarious. Just really think for a minute about seeing this, the little dude just staggering over to the chocolate and plunging a fried chicken leg into it. There's no question at this point that little bits of fried batter are getting knocked off by the power of the WONDERFALL and merging with the chocolate, and I know there's nothing I'd like better on a strawberry than some soggy, chocolate-infused fried chicken coating. So already Bruce and I are laughing so loving hard we're practically injuring ourselves, but this gets better. After thoroughly chocolating this chicken leg, the kid yanks it out from under the WONDERFALL, makes no attempt to put a plate under it or anything, and turns and walks away from the thing, trailing the chicken leg at his side like a caveman's club. Well, it is dripping chocolate. Not a lot, but some, and no one is paying attention to it, so people are walking through this liquid chocolate and just smearing it all over the place and making a hellish, God-awful mess. Admittedly, it's just around that dessert section, which is tile, but still. Little dude walks back to his table, looks at the chicken leg with some consternation, and then just throws it under the table on the floor. I've seen a dude take a plate of bourbon chicken (which, to the uninitiated, is basically chicken bits in a brown fructose sauce... but okay, it's delicious too), walk over to the CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL, and use a spoon to completely cover his already-soaked-in-loving-sugary-solution chicken pieces in milk chocolate. Ol' Deputy Sweeto was there for this one, but didn't say anything because, well, what the guy was doing wasn't unsanitary or harming the fountain or anything, it was just, you know, gross beyond belief at the cellular level. As he walked away Deputy Sweeto caught me staring. We locked eyes across the restaurant, shared a brief look of "What have we seen? Others have not...", and then went about our normal business, strangers connected by a shared glimpse into the Maw of Chicken Madness. Dude took his chocolate bourbon chicken over to the buffet, put a little rice on the side, and went and ate the whole loving thing. Frankly I was tempted to go get a chunk or two of bourbon chicken and do the same thing myself just to see what the gently caress that could possibly taste like and why someone would eat a plate of it, but then I realized that I will at some point want to look at myself in the mirror and feel proud of my life as a human being and so I didn't. CHOCOLATE WONDERSPRAY: Occasionally you will get someone who is not satisfied with a single layer of chocolate on their treat, and they will stand for a moment and let the chocolate on their tastybit harden a smidge and put some more chocolate on it. OK so by occasionally I mean "almost everyone does this." I don't consider this horrid gluttony unless you're up there for loving five minutes and walk away with a chocolate baseball on a stick (but yes, I've seen people stand up there and do that for literally five minutes before, I think they are mainly just trying to drip as much chocolate as possible onto the plate they hold beneath it, "Whoops, now I guess I have to eat all this too, mustn't waste!"). But this little girl takes the cake for that poo poo. If standing there and maybe gently blowing on your chocolate-covered tastybit allows more chocolate, then you know what would be better? Blow on it like you're Superman putting out the loving Towering Inferno, that's what! The little girl dunks her krispie, pulls it out, and proceeds to blow on it like Superman put- you get it. Well, this results in little chocolate drops being blown all over the loving place. The sheer violence of the blowing is also denuding her little treat of chocolate, so she sticks it in again and does the same thing, with the same results. So again. And again. At this point the area near her is beginning to resemble something that has seen the touch of several shotgun shells full of chocolate birdshot. At last her mother saw what she was doing and came and got her, and then, in an unusual and heartening twist, called for Deputy Sweeto and tried to help clean up. Your average mom at GC would have grabbed her child, looked around anxiously, and then slunk away. So high five, moral and responsible mom! What the gently caress are you doing OH NAW DUDE DUDE NAW CHRIST: Short and sweet and horrible. Man gets soup bowl. Man walks to CHOCOLATE WONDERFALL, fills soup bowl 3/4 full. Puts rice krispie on top. Walks back to table, crushes rice krispie with spoon, begins eating pure liquid chocolate with minor crunchy bits, and I lose faith in the future of the world. * * * * * * * * So. Babies at Golden Corral. First, let's just state that I love babies. They are nature's little Jokers, agents of chaos who just do not give a gently caress. About anything. They don't give a gently caress about your rules, your controls, your social mores, or your laws. They will poo poo on the floor like it's nothing. They are gonna do what they want, and when they find something they like to do they are going to do it, and they will do it as long as possible and the longer they do it the faster they will do it and the harder they will laugh. Seriously, they are about the best free entertainment in the world. Literally the funniest thing in the world to me is to be in a crowded public place and have a baby start doing that kind of crying where they are just screaming at the top of their loving lungs with tears running down their faces, occasionally pausing and falling almost completely silent to gulp in another big lungful of air before going back to 180 decibels while the parent looks around frantically and begs them to stop. I mean, seriously, that's the funniest poo poo in the world. Bonus points if this happens at Golden Corral and Trailer Park Romeo & Juliet (see below) look at the shrieking, obviously infuriated child, shrug like, "Zis my porblem? Sheeeit izza baby, he's justa cryn," before going back to DPSing as hard as possible. Holy poo poo I'm seriously LMAO right now just thinking about it. Now, I am a childless man. There is a really good reason for this, which is that I am a selfish rear end in a top hat who can't comprehend not being able to wake up and just do whatever I want all day without being burdened by another living thing's requirements. poo poo, I can barely take care of my snapping turtle, who only requires some sort of flesh be tossed in his tank every week or so. But that said, even I understand at the atomic level that when you actually do have a child, that child must take precedence over absolutely everything else in your entire life including anything you may have wanted. You have to nurture it, guide it, protect it, take care of it, watch over it, and teach it how to be a good person who will contribute to society. Unless you take it to Golden Corral. At this point, a magical alchemy occurs and you no longer have any responsibility for your baby, and you should just let it run free and learn on its own things like "steam tables are hot" and "a handful of ranch dressing feels funny." You see a lot of kids at Golden Corral, sticking chicken legs in CHOCOLATE WONDERFALLS and things, and you do see a lot of babies also. Now when I say baby, I basically mean a being anywhere from womb-age to young enough it can barely walk unassisted and does that terrifying hard-lean-forward baby stagger while you cringe and simultaneously fear/long for the inevitable faceplant. Young enough to still have to stick in a highchair, basically. Quite a few couples with kids you will see at Golden Corral fit the stereotype I think of as "Trailer Park Romeo and Juliet." This means: 1 partner very large, usually extremely disheveled, with a wild eye and an aggressive demeanor who speaks very loudly and has no problem yelling threats of physical violence to either partner or child, like "IMMA FUCKIN BEAT YOU" at full volume in the midst of a crowded restaurant. If this partner is the female they will always, always have at least one large facial mole with multiple black bristles sticking from it. 1 partner whisper thin, hellishly passive, instinctively flinching, watery-eyed, with a sick smile and a completely whipped and beaten-down aura coming off them in discernible waves. If this partner is the male they will always, always be sporting a disgusting pubestache with three very prominent hairs longer than the surrounding pubes which have obviously been cultivated with love and pride. People say stereotypes are the language of hate, but they become stereotypes by being repeatedly true over centuries. So anyway, these are the kind of people who will trail 3-4 kids from ages 1-6 into a Wal-mart and turn to the 6 year-old and say things like, "NOW LITTLE BECKY YOU WATCH YER SISTERS OK" and then walk off to the bathroom and leave them alone, or think nothing of knocking a kid to the floor when the least bit irritated. To put it more plainly, abominable genetic misfit monsters who should never have been allowed to breed and shouldn't be entrusted with the welfare of a human child. Oh, but they have them, and by the bucketload, and then they take them... to Golden Corral. Oh and before I say anything else YES, I know what I am about to describe sucks rear end for the server. I'm well aware of this. I tip extremely well when I go to any place like this because I know the poor people working there aren't making dick and are specifically having to deal with poo poo like this, so rage against that machine somewhere else. If I had a baby, and I took the baby to Golden Corral, I know exactly the steps I would take. Here they are, in order: Put infant in high chair. Go get food when infant is safe. Bring infant back some small piece of appropriate food they can gnaw on, if they are old enough to do so. Occasionally feed infant small safe bits of food off my own plate. Parents, is this reasonable? I hope so. Here is what I would not do: Get infant a plate completely full of nacho cheese sauce and top with some chips. Place on highchair tray in front of infant. Ignore infant as it goes buck loving "samurai wild" on the incredibly inappropriate thing before it. So, you know how when a baby does something it thinks is amusing, like, say, lightly slaps a stuffed animal and you go, "Ow!" and it laughs? What happens next? Well, the baby is amused, and it wants more amusement, so it will slap the stuffed animal again. Harder. And faster. If it continues to be amused, it will continue to do this. Harder. And faster. Again. And again. Until it's a little sped-up blur of slapping and hysterical giggling. It's practically a law of nature, you could probably make an equation for it. (Baby amusement) = (Force of strikes)(Speed of strikes) Something like that. Note that term A only gets bigger if terms B and C constantly increase, and term A must increase because FUN FOR THE FUN GOD! So, now, imagine putting a full plate of viscous canned cheddar sauce before a baby. What the gently caress do you think is going to happen? Well, you can guess. Baby stuck its hands in the cheese, sucked some cheese off its hands, and eventually came to the realization that by sort of hitting the cheese, it could cause an amusing pattern/feeling/spatter. The baby looked at his own cheese-laden hand, fascinated, and then he laughed. That laugh was the key. The equation had begun. There was no stopping it now. Across the room, I nudged Bruce. "poo poo's about to get real, bro." He looked up from his mountain of cabbage and roots and other leafy poo poo and saw where I was looking. "Oh gently caress yes, they gave it nacho cheese, how God-damned dumb are they? They gave it a whole plate!" This said in the same tones you'd use to say something like, "It is El Dorado, a whole city made of solid gold!" Man I love that guy, he's awesome. Now that first baby cheese-slap was just an experiment. We've all seen it, and you all know exactly what I mean. "What is this? What does it feel like? How does it respond to my power?" But once baby has figured out that A)cheese isn't fighting back and B)hey that felt funny and C)things around me turn orange! there was no turning back. "I am Golden Corral's reckoning. Here to end the borrowed time you've all been living on." A second slap landed in the plate of nacho cheese. Significantly harder. Significantly more cheese went flying. Already at this point Bruce and I are laughing our asses off, because just these two slaps by themselves have made a hellish mess, baby is covered in cheese, cheese is everywhere, mom and dad are DPSing and so don't have time to pay attention to their precious child, and you can just see where this is going already. See this in your mind, friends, the child's arm speeding up, harder and faster each time, the child giggling, its arm turning into a little pinwheel of destruction. >SLAP< Cheese flies. >SLAP< Cheese flies. >SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP< loving CHEDDARCAUST There's loving cheese everywhere. The kid looks like they took a nacho shower, there's cheese in his loving hair, and I'm not talking an isolated drop of cheese, no sir, I'm talking "gently caress it shave the baby, there's no way we're getting this out" cheese-in-hair. The area on the floor around baby's highchair looks like someone murdered a Taco Bell with a power drill. Mom and dad don't give a gently caress. "CURRR-TIS!" mom says, affectionate and exasperated. "Why'd you do that?" Uh, maybe it's because you gave something without the current capacity for rational thought the equivalent of a food WMD, lady, just guessing. So after seeing the ELE-level mess her kid had made, Momma Fats just moves the cratered nacho plate away (which she ended up eating, a common enough fat person justification, "Oh honey do YOU want a giant plate of food you can't possibly eat OH I GUESS I WILL HAVE TO FINISH THAT FOR YOU CAN'T WASTE") and handed the kid a loving chicken nugget. This mess was so awesome that the server for that section literally called over multiple other servers to see it. - Jonathon Spectre
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So the market was down significantly (like another -1000 pt day) the entire day and rallied in the last half hour. No one knew why. Then: https://www.ccn.com/dow-claws-back-huge-losses-at-close-trump-fed-rumors-spook-bears/ Dow Claws Back Huge Losses at Close as Trump & Fed Rumors Spook Bears quote:A massive recovery in the Dow Jones late on Friday helped lift the index to just a 350-point loss.
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What exactly the gently caress is the fed gonna do, when they cut interest rates to effectively negative and started handing out free cash to juice the market in '08 they never stopped
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shame on an IGA posted:What exactly the gently caress is the fed gonna do, when they cut interest rates to effectively negative and started handing out free cash to juice the market in '08 they never stopped Funnel more money directly into the pockets of the ultra rich, because just lol if you think this is about anything but that
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joat mon posted:Corrowl I appreciate this
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Feb 28, 2020 23:55
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So much for buying into my IRA after work
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I lived in the south for 15 years and experienced being 300lbs. I can go the rest of my life without watching a Golden Corral crowd ever again.
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Feb 29, 2020 00:03
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It's like a wise old boomer who is worth a couple mil told me, we should be grateful we even had the money to invest and opportunity in the first place. Also we're young, we can re-earn it all and re-invest like nothing happened  God they need to all die.
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https://twitter.com/zannah/status/1233096253526794241?s=20 I have an urgent mission for a NZ goon, find Bea, love Bea, and eat a muffin. https://www.catnapcafe.co.nz/
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Feb 29, 2020 00:13
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Whelp whatever I had in my IRA is gone now.
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when bezos gets his head cut off im gonna cry with joy
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maffew buildings posted:It's like a wise old boomer who is worth a couple mil told me, we should be grateful we even had the money to invest and opportunity in the first place. Also we're young, we can re-earn it all and re-invest like nothing happened The servant army continues funneling money into the fires of the forge used to create their yacht. "Invest early, invest often" was written in gold filigree above the crucible. The task masters stand on plush carpeted walkway watching the procession. "For every dollar you sacrifice to the fire we shall bestow upon you one of our privileged job creating dollars. It will be placed directly in the fire. You will not see it. You must believe. Belief will set you free at 67 years of service."
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Is it bad that the Golden Corral post made me hungry?
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Not really, no. Golden Corral food is actually okay. It's dealing with the crowd of unwashed fatties that's the disgusting part.
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shame on an IGA posted:... I'm so glad I'm not the only mofo that remembers that.
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Feb 29, 2020 00:31
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Fallom posted:So much for buying into my IRA after work Stock market dips are just a mechanism by which the people with capital to just throw down at will can widen their portfolio on the cheap, an activity that in itself drives up the value of said stocks and generally drives a return to the mean. It's a big game, and you don't have a piece on the board.
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orange juche posted:https://twitter.com/zannah/status/1233096253526794241?s=20 I think theres only one, so I know where that is
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orange juche posted:https://twitter.com/zannah/status/1233096253526794241?s=20 she doesn't feel pets, or scritches, and she absolutely WILL NOT STOP until your muffin is dead!!
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Huh nope that one is in Christchurch
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Doc Hawkins posted:she doesn't feel pets, or scritches, and she absolutely WILL NOT STOP until your muffin is dead!! Take a friend and have them scruff the cat, holding the entire time you eat your muffin, within a foot of the plate, so it can't look away.
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CRUSTY MINGE posted:Take a friend and have them scruff the cat, holding the entire time you eat your muffin, within a foot of the plate, so it can't look away. HE'LL BE BAACK.
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CRUSTY MINGE posted:Take a friend and have them scruff the cat, holding the entire time you eat your muffin, within a foot of the plate, so it can't look away. you're muffinated, fluffer!
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Scruffing is how I would control Beans long enough to seclude him to the bedroom for probably six months. He would go after Frank a bit, try to start poo poo, scruffing stopped that poo poo quick, followed by an hour alone in the bedroom. Now he curls up next to Frank at night, because he's no longer intimidated by the size after realizing how gentle Frank is, and I haven't scruffed him in months. Love my monsters.  Yes I'm aware there's a lot of hair on the floor.
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shame on an IGA posted:
This is the kinda poo poo that keeps gip as the main thing I actually read on sa. This masterpiece brought such vivid memories back of when i was in highschool and had insomnia issues I would walk or bike 4 miles to walmart at like 2 am to people watch.
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Feb 29, 2020 01:21
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CRUSTY MINGE posted:Scruffing is how I would control Beans long enough to seclude him to the bedroom for probably six months. He would go after Frank a bit, try to start poo poo, scruffing stopped that poo poo quick, followed by an hour alone in the bedroom. Now he curls up next to Frank at night, because he's no longer intimidated by the size after realizing how gentle Frank is, and I haven't scruffed him in months. That's a good catte.
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Feb 29, 2020 01:25
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Comrade Blyatlov posted:Huh nope that one is in Christchurch Yeah sorry I thought there was more NZ goons than just you reading this thread.
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Feb 29, 2020 01:32
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CommieGIR posted:That's a good catte. He really is, even with that expression. When I take Frank on walks, Beans waits by the door for us to get back. Greets me at the door like a dog. And never tries to flee out the door, he knows how poo poo street life is for cats. Little dude is lucky, and so are Frank and I.
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Feb 29, 2020 01:37
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shame on an IGA posted:Why all the Golden Corral hate? Golden Corral is honestly better than a loving movie. I’m not the only one who buys a ticket to the Bariatric Parade?! This was beautiful; they sent a poet.
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Feb 29, 2020 01:52
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ded posted:When I was a kid my dad was driving me somewhere on the freeway. I saw a sign for John Wayne airport and started laughing my rear end off because I thought it was ridiculous. My dad looked at me like I was insane. It's in Orange County which is a pretty poo poo place so it's fitting. Brute Squad posted:https://twitter.com/cnnbrk/status/1233180199648407554 Longest the Blue Ridge will be at sea all decade.
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Feb 29, 2020 02:37
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orange juche posted:Yeah sorry I thought there was more NZ goons than just you reading this thread. I think it's just him and  .
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Feb 29, 2020 02:38
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shame on an IGA posted:Golden Corral NGL I kinda want a giant rice crispie chocolate bowl.
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Feb 29, 2020 03:01
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Brute Squad posted:https://twitter.com/cnnbrk/status/1233180199648407554 this should be standard procedure tbh
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Feb 29, 2020 03:04
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Wouldn’t that kind of happen by default, especially if they’d just left the area? e: given travel time and such
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Feb 29, 2020 03:06
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Comrade Blyatlov posted:Huh nope that one is in Christchurch Me and the gf actually just went to one in rotorua recently, it was kinda fun, overpriced tho. It's more fun just going to see the cats at any SPCA.
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Feb 29, 2020 03:27
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Icon Of Sin posted:Wouldn’t that kind of happen by default, especially if they’d just left the area? Yes. This is a low effort "we are doing something" that has very little impact on the actual operating forces. Port visits were usually 30 days apart on the 50 bajillion amphib deployments I did while in Japan.
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Feb 29, 2020 03:46
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facialimpediment posted:I've seen this video pop up a few times, heard the coughing, and was like "hmmm, that's not ideal". This has to be staged. What on earth
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Feb 29, 2020 03:47
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sharknado slashfic posted:For those that correctly don't read DnD here's a summation of recent events in the Syrian area by noted CIA asset and accessory to murder Brown Moses What the gently caress is an irregular migrant? One who is displaced instead of say an itinerant?
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Feb 29, 2020 03:54
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US Berder Patrol posted:lol gonna need a brief primer on this one, thanks in advance Ford also got a Purple Heart at Midway. He was on the Island filming during the battle when a bomb went off near his position. And apparently he repeatedly gave John Wayne poo poo over it.
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Feb 29, 2020 03:56
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Milo and POTUS posted:What the gently caress is an irregular migrant? One who is displaced instead of say an itinerant? members of an elite unit of mercenary migrants, obviously
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Milo and POTUS posted:What the gently caress is an irregular migrant? One who is displaced instead of say an itinerant?
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