To be fair, this episode of Mythbusters (http://www.screenfad.com/mythbusters/mythbusters-recap-the-busters-of-the-lost-myth-30843) was pretty fucking cool, and made me wish I had a bull whip to go out and play with.
I found Kijiji around here to be far more reliable, and the people who you buy from/sell to usually turn out to have far less maximum security-issued tattoos. The last time I sold something was our last "fat back" television about five, maybe six years ago. I posted it for $25 and it was scooped within minutes, the guy sounded nice enough. I show up at his house and am greeted at the door by two tear drop tattoos, one filled and one not. A tattoo on his forearm in very untidy and hastily-sculpted ink that said and I quote FUCK EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING. He says "just bring it this way" and walks into this wreck of a house, ME still carrying the damn TV. It was a large one, weighed close to 200 pounds and he wasn't lifting a finger to help. So, I took three steps in and set it down on the floor "Welp, there you have it." and stood there rigid like a douchey bellboy psychically hinting for his tip. He paid me in Loonies, and said nothing but "thanks" and left. There were jumper cables on the dining room table, sprawled out as if they were recently used on that very spot. Fucking WEIRD, dude.
Another method of selling stuff is through local facebook buy/sell groups. I belong to a few and it tends to be quicker and easier than craigslist.
This. When I was moving in with the Wifey, I had a huge computer desk. U shaped with upper cabinets, drawers etc. There was no room for it at her house so I put it on CL for $20 as I needed it gone that weekend. Some jackass called up and offered me $10. I lulz and asked if he was really lowballing me on $20? I did get some satisfaction when he showed up and I let him and his wife carry it downstairs after disassembling it with a Phillips screwdriver. Fuck you pal, you don't get to use my Makita.
Now, can anyone tell me why NC is trying to out-do Florida? This means war. Repercussions will be swift and meth induced. Warrant out for AX WIELDING CLOWN.
Man I'm digging Kendrick Lamar's new album. Technically I'm a white Canadian who has met about three black people ever, but "The Blacker the Berry" gives me goose bumps. That song alone is about 100x more effective at talking about the race issue in America than every news article from the last couple years combined. (100x more interesting to me anyway, I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, really.) Also "Shit don't change until you get up and wipe yo ass, nigga" is a great inspirational line.
People still use CL? Fuck that place. All I use is FB groups now. FB actually has a decent monitoring system and they usually boot the flakes.
The last time I was at the rippers I got stitched up by one guy I worked with who didn't like me and paid to have a stripper whip me with a belt for a song. I was stupidly drunk and laughed at her when she hit me. She didn't much appreciate my reaction so started swinging for the fence. I just kept laughing the whole time, the mass of bruises on my leg and ass cheek were most impressive.
I have been reading reviews: http://www.yelp.com/biz/big-daddys-new-orleans It's as close to a bandit orgy den as can fucking be possible in 21st century America.
That all said, I've never been to a strip club, I assume from what I've heard it's basically not worth the trouble.
That depends on if you like partying with naked chicks or not. The place is about the depths of debauchery. It's where you go when you have partied as hard as you can and need to party harder.
Whenever I'm in one I feel like Frank from Sunny, "I want to see how low I can go." On certain nights, when one's blood flows well, and the liquor is reacting perfectly, a strip club is the most dangerous place on earth. I can see how people end up blowing 5k on Sprinkles. The reviews of Big Daddy's are priceless. One claims she was physically robbed. Duh, ya fuckin' hayseed. You left your wallet out in front of a girl who can snatch dollars with her snatch. From what the girls told us, lap dances are a waste of time and money because they want you to go to the champagne room so they can jack you off for $200. Like this guy found out: "I had a dancer come sit beside me. Usually when they do that they want you to buy them drinks or they want try to sell you a lap dance. But in this case it was different. when we were talking she put her hand down my pants and started fondling me. While she was doing that she proceeded to tell me that if I gave her $270 we could go to a private room and I could do whatever I wanted with her for 45 minutes." This is a funny world.
Some sociopath microwaved fish in the break room. In retaliation, I plan on spending the afternoon switching the toilet paper to spin the wrong way in every restroom in the building.
Who doesn't like partying with naked chicks?! We're worried about cop killers and cop shooters, the confederate flag, some presidential primaries and you're telling me there may be people in the world who don't like partying with naked chicks?! What are we even teaching in our schools these days?!
Motherfucker, in case you forgot, you're American. Don't you ask us what's wrong with our political candidates.
What is the significance of $270. Why not a nice round number.....$250? $300? Hell even $275 would make more sense. Yep. This is the biggest thing that bothers me about this story. I am a good time.
I'm guessing she charges $360/hr but only had 45 minutes available because she needed to score some meth or something. What I find more upsetting is that she charges out more for her nasty vajayjay than I did as a chemical consultant. Bullshit.