If I’m Nancy’s Secret Santa, I’m getting her gift cards to PetSmart and Dunkin Donuts.
If I’m Nancy’s Secret Santa, I’m getting her gift cards to PetSmart and Dunkin Donuts.
During 45’s badministration, the Voodoo supply shop kept running out of pins. Once he was out, I transferred a bunch to other dolls.
The hard part is getting hair or nail clippings for all those Election Deniers in Congress.
A variation of Carl Reiner’s joke: How do you make God laugh?
Tell her your plan.
I stopped tipping the grocery clerks when they stopped asking to see my ID when I purchased alcohol.
I mentioned this when the woman ahead of me bought a bottle of wine. The clerk said “She looks under 35. You don’t.”
Definitely no tip.
While I can’t be sure, but I’ll pretty certain that someone saying the same thing about the Police Union Leader’s family would be met with a visit from a SWAT team. I wonder where when Anonymous will start doing takedowns of such people. I’m sure there’s plenty of dirt underneath this guy’s carpets.
Good to know. When the 60 day waiting period on transfers expires, I may move my domains to Cloudflare.
I switched from Google Domains to Namecheap and found that they have a non-standard requirement for A records (they require an “@” A record) that messed up the transfer. Godaddy, dyndns, and Google Domains use regular zone transfer tables and I thought those entries were all I needed. Nope. I finally emailed support and they told me what was wrong within 24 hours. But meanwhile, my site was down for that time.
I suppose if you worked with one of the companies they partner with and use the automated templates to generate a new entry, it would work out fine. But I was transferring an existing domain. I know better now. But I put this out to warn others.
My father always used to say he had three kids. One of each.
30 years later, I repeated this to my niece and nephew. They were quite puzzled. Especially when my brother laughed saying “I forgot Dad used to say that.”
My great Aunt had a terrific joke about Henry:
Nixon is walking outside the Whitehouse near an area of freshly fallen snow.
He sees NIXON SUCKS in yellow snow and asks the Secret Service (and the FBI) to investigate who did it.
A couple days go by and someone from the FBI Forensics Lab comes into the Oval Office to report.
“Well?” Nixon asked.
“You’re not gonna like this.”
“Just tell me.”
“It’s Henry’s.”
“I knew it!”
“Ah. That’s not all Mr. President.”
“What else?”
“It’s Pat’s handwriting.”