The only truck I’ve heard is to make sure you repeat their name vocally once introduced, like ‘Nice to meet you, Xerxes!’

I always forget to do this, though so everyone at work knows my name and I only retain leadership’s names.

‘Born to shit, forced to wipe.’

The opposite of this is being that one kid in your kindergarten that completely drops trow at the urinal.

I imagine anyone trying to extract intelligence from that weird guy would end up less informed than before.

We have a daywalker amongst us…

“Have you tried unplugging your Pyramid and plugging it back in?”

Honest question: what do we call who is driving the engine?

Oh, Willy, calm down. Its almost Scotchtober.

It could be a regional thing. Where I’m from a screw with a single straight slot can be called a flathead whether the actual head of the screw is flat or domed.

Hooray. I’ve been looking to add a few more points of maintenance and failure to my bike.

I actually noped out of a potential roommate situation when I saw 20 pairs of shoes on the stairs leading to the apartments front door.

The bidet is the Swiss army knife of the bathroom.