Sooooo, I'm getting ready to cut my grass, when all of a sudden I see this kid trucking up my driveway.
Me: May I help you?👀🤔
Kid (Paul): Hi. Can we go fishing?😁
Me: No.🙄
Paul begins to walk towards their Jeep very deflated. I realized I saw him leave my azzhole neighbor who obviously told him no....
Me: Wait a minute. Yes.
Paul: (shouting) Guys he said yes.😃😃😃😃
Me: Whoa! How many of you are there?🫣
I learned there are four, learned their names, learned the schools they attend, and then I asked for their gpas followed by the ground rules for being on my property. Discussed the type of fish and that it's catch and release. Then I wished them well.
All I could think of was bouncing my basketball down the street asking adult neighbors who did not have children to allow me and my friends to play basketball in their backyards. Had more nos than yeses.
What's the point of having excess if you can't bless others?
Have fun kids.
Credit: DrDarren Powers
رجل مهاجر ومشرد يقترب من بائع تاكو في الاكوادور ويمد له يده لكن البائع رفض اخذ المبلغ وحضر له الاكل واعطاه، واكتشف ان الرجل كان بحاجة الى حضن اكثر من الطعام
This video is PEAK comedy gold. I felt this in my SOUL. 😂
“Can’t stand these fckn bicyclists” — my brother, you just narrated my morning commute.
He nails it: Grown-ass men in skin-tight neon spandex outfits looking like a pack of radioactive Power Rangers, riding three-wide like it’s the Peloton Championships on a residential road. No one’s handing out medals at the cul-de-sac, Kyle. You’re not transporting a heart for surgery. You’re just expensive, slow-moving road geese with $10k carbon fiber attitudes.
One? Fine. Eight? That’s a tactical formation. That’s how civilizations fall.
I’m honking, I’m crying, I’m in agreement. Save us from the Lycra Legion. He nails every reason I can’t stand the bicycle militia.
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