Selfies are a weird thing. You get a bunch of people and have somebody take a picture of them, they just stand there and smile. Give somebody a selfie stick and they all go crazy.
Here’s whey I think this happens. When somebody in taking a picture of them, they are not part of the group and the group tries to be nice. It’s like Bill Preston in the “Let It Be” movie. He comes in and the band in on their best behavior. Without him there, they fight all the time.
Give somebody a selfie stick and the group don’t have to worry about outsiders. They can act whichever way they want.
I found something just as bad as “the bald guy with the ponytail.” Guys who still comb their hair like there were 18 but don’t have the hair anymore.
You see guys who have four strains of hair and part it in the middle like they did when they were young with a full head of hair.
Dude, it’s not happening anymore. You got to change your style to fit with what you have.
Kid I work with has a male bun. He asked me why I don’t have one. I told him I have the inverted male bun. I have hair everywhere except on the top where the bun would go. I could go for the bun comb over. Get all the hair around the bald spot, grow it long and tie it in a knot on the top of my head. (lol)
This is one of the reasons I hate the Long Island Rail Road. Some lady was going to catch the train. She was on the wrong side of the tracks when it pulled into the station. She was wearing heels and a dress just below the knees. The train pulls in, she runs behind the train to cross the tracks, lifts her dress to climb over the small guardrail, runs on the grass, up the incline to the platform, gets to the train and they close the door on her.
The conductor, sticks his head out of the window to see if anybody is coming. There is no way he could have missed her.
Guaranteed after work he was joking about it to the other conductors.
“She talks so much my arm hurts”
I used to eat candy cigarettes all the time when I was a kid. The knock against them is that they get you ready for real cigarettes. You practice with the candy cigarettes, hold them and look cool. When it came time to try real cigarettes, it was like “what the fuck, they taste nothing like candy cigarettes.” So I didn’t smoke. The problem now is I’m up to four packs a day of candy cigarettes and I can’t quit.
Two of my favorites in one comic. Would be nice to have a Metal Men movie.