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Discussion in 'The Watering Hole' started by Zeus-cat, Oct 4, 2019.
no I'm 67 today was 66 yesterday had a taco with cheese yesterday and drank an orange soda
actually why does it matter? Are you Mr Detective?
Be advised that, owing to the unfortunate popularity of the state with in-migrating feckless hipsters and smugly entitled "I am rich therefore I must be smart" STEM lords, the state of Oregon has recently revised the admissions requirements. You will want to check the updated lists of degrees, disciplines, and professional certifications on the web site to see if you qualify.
I go down to Bend once a year for work. People are freakishly outdoorsy, and I'm pretty granola that way. Plus, there was a weird vibe where there didn't seem to be anyone between the age of 16 and 35 in the town. It's not clear if there's a resettlement program or an instant-aging machine somewhere in town.
Maybe I'll take a road trip there. Check out some housing.
I'm sure that I qualify
I had to edit my original post because the ottocerecting spelchekr didn't like "in-migrating" and I didn't want to be mistaken for a different kind of intolerant iconoclast.
You do see folks in the excluded middle years in Bend, but only after dark and only during snowsports season.
This is a funny thread. Thinking about all of the times I've talked to traffic cops from various departments; its a long list. I have been stopped in speed traps (popped twice by rolling roadblocks, so I use the term "speed trap" advisedly) and at random stops looking for DUIs, and I have been picked up off the side of the road after dumping my bike. For me, that last incident redeemed state troopers for all previous and subsequent interactions. I have been waved on more often than I have been cited. I don't think it was ever frightening or even very annoying -- apart from the time that the trooper dropped my registration and watched it blow across the highway while walking back to my car, then handed me my license and insurance card, along with the citation, hoping that I wouldn't notice the missing document (I did notice and got the trooper's car ID. I sent a letter and an invoice for the cost of a replacement registration with my payment for the citation. They never cashed the check).
Did you have that rocket sticking out the back of your vehicle?
If only ....
When all goes South, the only survives (and only for a short time prolly) with be the lucky one's that bought, and live in old missile silos (Besides the one's in the Cheyenne Mt.). They have their generators, air filtration systems and water purification systems. It's either going to be another sizeable impacter that causes great tectonic displacement, vulcanization and massive Tsunamis, or the sun will fry every thing and we turn into cannibals over night.
Wish they finally get rid of front plates in California too. Enforcement is practically non-existent, and many people already don't bother putting them on. Especially on higher end cars. To the point it's ridiculous. If they are not enforcing it, they should just ditch front license plates (and save money).
As for being pulled over... In my almost 30 years behind the wheel, only once. Just after I got my first driver's license. For driving wrong way on a one-way street. In front of police station, no less. In my defense, it used to be a two-way street, and I drove with my dad many times on it in the past. I didn't spot new signage before it was too late. Oh well
Back in Europe where I grew up, you don't get pulled over with some lame excuse just so that cops can sniff around your car.
I'll go back being hillbilly as soon as I save enough to retire. Somewhere south. So that when things go south, I'm at the right place.
When things go south, money probably won’t matter.
Never ever ever answer that question. You may confess to something the cop hadn't already noticed (as you did here).
Always claim ignorance. "No sir, I really don't."
I was certain that neither of us had any doubt as to why he pulled me over.
And denying it makes you look dishonest, stupid, or both.
Separate names with a comma.