Get yo MGD wit' yo EBT!
Get yo MGD wit' yo EBT!
There's nothing civil about this war.
Thanks Big Daddy Gubberment
Don’t blame me. I didn’t vote for that dumb bastard.
We wish to thank the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement, without whose assistance this program would not have been possible.
This song reminds me of a representation case involving HR and the group of folks I represent. The accusation revolves around a comment of sliding a card between another employees butt cheeks.
Ahhhh the memories.
You haven’t lived until you sit across the table from the most uptight, Puritan, and stodgy company HR person you can ever imagine...and discuss the act of sliding a cc thru butt cheeks. I somehow managed to keep a straight face.
Working diligently to enlarge my group size.
My grandmother used to dip snus. She also carried a 32 revolver in her purse. This was back in the 50's in TX. She used to send me to a small grocery store to buy her tobacco. I think I was about 7 at the time. The guy in the store always ask me how I liked it. Then he would start laughing. Happened every time I bought it so I guess I was good entertainment for the old gent. I tried Red Man when I was in HS and got sicker than a dog. Never touched the stuff after that.
In the P-F basket of deplorables.
Back in my high school years in the late 90's, a one-off mom & pop gas station in my neighborhood had an crotchety old guy that'd work certain nights, but he'd happily take a $10 bill instead of an ID when buying beer. He wouldn't sell us liquor though - 'gotta work yer way up to that!'. For about 6 months I thought he meant we needed to be a bit older, turns out we just needed a $20 instead of a $10, but he'd sell us three or four bottles at a time that way.
A similar nearby one-off mom and pop convenience store would sell smokes to anyone without carding them, especially pretty girls. One of my HS buddies back then had a '71 Chrysler New Yorker 4dr hardtop with a 440 in it, and we'd have 2-3 coolers full of beer in the trunk and we'd hang out at that store to chat up the girls that stopped there to buy cigarettes. Having plenty of beer would usually get us invited to whatever house party was going on.
Simpler times, but somehow I don't miss it. That New Yorker was a cool boat of a cruiser, though.
I've never been a drinker, but by the time I was in fifth or sixth grade, if I was out of shotgun shells and I had money, I'd go into Fred's and buy a box of Federal #6s for my single barrel 20 gauge while my parents were next door at Piggly Wiggly. No one ever hassled me about it. I don't think you can buy ammo with an EBT card though, which is a pity given the price of ammo these days.
Don't forget.
In my location probably 25% of the school enrollment is here illegally or their parents are illegals.
And they all get their regular EBT, free school meals and this bonus $400 EBT per child!
No wonder Mexican "carniceria" grocery stores are popping up all over the place.
There's gold in them thar taxpayer pockets, ripe for the pickin!
"For a moment he felt good about this. A moment or two later he felt bad about feeling good about it. Then he felt good about feeling bad about feeling good about it and, satisfied, drove on into the night."
-- Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy --