Funny not firearm not political memes

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[msgriff]

 

[Flopsweat]

The what machine is what?!

 

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Modern problems.

 

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The wonders of buying a new phone.

 

[AshWilliams]

One of my favorite memes:

 

[lucusloc]

One of my favorite memes:

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Damn, I know how he feels. "Maybe if I just clean the kitchen she will let me. . . "

 

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I have absolutely done this. And had a conversation with the cop about it.

 

[WEE]

I have absolutely done this. And had a conversation with the cop about it.

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Exactly! Happened to me today as i was speeding south on I5. Yep, ski rack..

 

[sobo]

The what machine is what?!

Little help here...

"...the ice cream machine is broken." ?????

Hey, I'm just WAG'ing at this point!

 

[Flopsweat]

Little help here...

"...the ice cream machine is broken." ?????

Hey, I'm just WAG'ing at this point!

Nailed it. McD's is famous for non-working ice cream machines. Some speculate that not all of them are really broken, as they are a big ole PITA to clean.

 

[Flopsweat]

Exactly! Happened to me today as i was speeding south on I5. Yep, ski rack..

Most memorable one for me was riding a Virago 920 in Southern California. Beautiful day, leaning back with the feet on the highway pegs, just having a wonderful ride, cruising along at about 70 or 75. I see this little black car coming up the onramp maybe half a mile behind me. Is that a Corolla or a Mustang? I take a good look in the mirrors and decide it's probably a Corolla. It's moving right along, and as it gets closer, it's looking more like a mustang. Right as a mini pickup pulls on at the next onramp, he lights up. Now, I've just switched lanes because this mini pickup is not going to accelerate well up this hill, so I'm like did he want me or the pickup. Well, he pokes his nose around the pick and looks right at me, so I raise my left hand like a basketball player acknowledging a foul and pull over.

I pull to the edge of the median, step away from the bike and put the keys on the seat, to let him know I'm not a runner. He walks up and goes "How ya doin'!" I say "I was doing a lot better five minutes ago" with a sheepish grin on my face. He laughs and says "You looked like you were having a great time. I saw you checking me out in your mirror. Why didn't you slow down?" I say "I decided your car looked more like a Carolla than a Mustang." He nods his head. A little more small talk and then he walked back to his car for a bit.

He came back after running my license, gave me a stern verbal warning and was on his way.

Good times.