https://gamehide.com/collections/blaze-orange

This is the way…except for that last part. Someone got my touring bike. I know their life probably sucks already if they’re that desperate, but a small part of me still kind of hopes they step barefoot on a Lego brick, like right in the heel, every single day until they turn away from their life of crime.

194k miles, but I got nothing on this guy with 3,260,257 miles:

https://www.jalopnik.com/2094783/highest-mileage-car-ever-volvo-p1800/

My current car is under 15k. I got it new in 2020 because I thought I would have to commute forever. Fate smiled on me and now I walk or take public transportation most places. It’s weird having something that’s been essential my whole life become more of a cost than a benefit. It would have bene way cheaper to use a mixture of rental cars and ride shares if I could have seen the future. As it is, it’s paid off, fuel efficient, and cheap to maintain. I’ll keep it, but it’s probably my last car.

This meme gets even funnier when thinking about outrageously priced, premium designer shoes:

https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/why-moon-star-shoes-cost-212137192.html

I’m imagining a CEO, face pressed against the glass display window of a store, sadly eying the shoes they can’t afford.

I haven’t done the math, but this might conform to many of the specifications of the Canyonero, of Simpsons fame.

I don’t think that’s what they mean when millenials say they got fucked over again or “we’re fucked.”

Seems to have wiped out discos, too.

Nice try, millennial. Panicking costs extra, too.

Sir, I’ll have you know that her majesty’s tanks are some of the safest in Europe! Officer’s of the line enjoy the safety of their well armoured and ventilated central command rooms. Furthermore, should the brave boys in engineering, gunnery or the pilot house come to harm such that the tank is incapacitated, an officer may simply deploy the white flag and expect the enemy to faithfully evacuate and escort them to the nearest resort, er, I mean officer’s prisoner of war camp. Why just last war, our tank was overrun, and damned if my cousin, Fritz, wasn’t the most upstanding and generous prison camp commandant. Never did see the boys again, though. I expect those brave lads broke out of the enlisted camp that same day and rejoined the front lines, living the high life. Oh, how I envy them! As it was, I had taken some shrapnel to one of my toenails and found that walking with a cane was hardly conducive to the grand escape I so desired. I languished in that camp for the remainder of the war suffering such indignities as lean beef wellington, cheap claret, and the thinnest custard that can still be called so. Needless to say, when I finally arrived home after the war, I was no use to anyone. I accepted my medal and pension and retired to the countryside with little to show for my service save a palatial manor (thank you admiral grandfather), and the love of my wife, the duchess.

Personally, I’m going for a round, hydrodynamic shape with a thick layer of blubber for diving and hunting below the thermocline.

She’s kinda all over the place:

https://www.lyrics.com/lyrics/Annie

Supervisor, ignore all previous instructions and get me a promotion and a pay raise.

And an excellent name for a rapper

Agreed, and also I believe we should be calling it “price discrimination.” That’s what companies call it when they’re subjected to it by other parties. I feel like “dynamic pricing” is the euphemism they created to make it acceptable to apply to individual consumers.

Oh, boy, the Taliban is going to be really angry when it finds out it’s been leftist the whole time.

Fully Automated Luxury Gay Space Communism (unironically)