One of their money woes was Josh's ticket for driving on a learner's permit.
Does anyone think he's learned his lesson and stopped doing that?
(Or started studying for his driver's test.)
He's a cow. A key trait of being a cow is the inability to accept the consequences of their mistakes, and learn from them.
He's still driving. Polissa may drive him to work so she can use the car while he's there, but he's still driving, and telling himself (and Polissa) that if he's careful he won't get caught. If he got pulled over and written a citation while on a learner's permit, that means he's been driving without a license for years, if not his entire adult life.
And you can't convince me for even a moment that they have auto insurance—and even in the highly unlikely event Polissa did, Josh wouldn't be covered under that policy because he doesn't have a license (and might not even have the learner's permit any more if he decided to take a walk on paying the fine for his recent citation).
Pics or it didn't happen.
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This thread has progressed many, many pages since this comment was made, and I still don't believe she actually went to the hospital.
No you didn't.
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Allergic reaction to dye arc incoming! Muh red 40!
So she (allegedly) showed up at the hospital with pain from already-known ovarian cyst. Given that it's on the right side, they may have decided to rule out appendicitis, and given her a CT scan because she's too fucking fat to get a clear X-ray image. Despite going to the ER very late on a Saturday night (when all kinds of drunks and other fuckups roll into the shop), she got seen and got this scan in less than 4 hours.
Yeah, right. If that actually happened, I don't want to see her bitch about how hospital staff hate poor people again, because she got lightning-fast care.
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The round trip to the nearest ER is scarcely more than five miles. Even assuming they went there, I call bullshit.
They drive an old shitbox.
@Kikkoman gave us a glorious display of autismo powers by identifying it as a late 2000s Chevy Impala or Monte Carlo—and, with either a 6- or 8-cylinder engine, it probably only gets about 14-18 mpg in town. But there is no way the short trip to the hospital and back emptied the tank, and it more than likely has enough gas still in it to get Josh to work.
And somehow, Josh didn't have his phone next to the bed, or was sleeping
so soundly next to his wife, who was in such horrible pain, that he didn't hear when his boss called. Right.
Okay, somehow the castration of children and mentally ill and autistic teenagers by pharmacological means (puberty blockers and hormones) and surgical genital mutilation—which render those kids permanently unable to reproduce, or even to function sexually at all—is
not genocide, but banning those procedures is.
Fancy Brenda is an ignoramus who needs to look up "eugenics" while she's also looking up "genocide," because she has no fucking clue what she's talking about (and neither does Polissa, of course).
I think one of the funniest parts of her "basement dwelling" insults is that this fat, "heat sensitive" bitch can only dream of the luxury of a finished basement on a hot summer day. Guess what stays nice and cool with minimal air conditioning? The basement.
She really is the dumbest creature, so stuck in the shittiness of her own life that she can't imagine that people she thinks she can look down on are STILL better than her.
It's 93°F/34°C here today, and I am shitposting about Polissa and Josh from my deliciously cool (68°F/20°C, despite no AC) basement. MY basement, that I paid for. I'm Queen of the World, baby.
If they sold their busted car, Josh would have a fine bike to ride. They'd save money on gas and car upkeep. But yes, they're entitled enough to get a brand new one. Craigslist. Used bikes. Problem solved. Tons of people have gotten by on bikes and not cars. Polissa should get one as well since she needs to lose weight. Two problems solved in one.
To be fair, Polissa is too goddamned fat, and would be bending rims and ruining tires left and right if she tried riding a bike (see: Ragen Chastain, who had the money to buy much tougher bikes than Polissa could ever afford).
Also, she's in her late 30s, which is when deathfats begin to fall apart in earnest (see: Kelly Lenza, Corissa Enneking, Chantal, Anna O'Brien, and, though she's not admitting it, Tess Holliday).
So unless, by some miracle, Polissa fixed her eating habits, lost weight, and resolved her health and mobility issues, she's not getting on a bike—not safely, much less comfortably. But Josh could manage one, which would let them reserve their car for only essential trips. But he'd still have to beg money to buy one, because even a cheap thrift store/pawn shop bike is going to cost far more than those two could ever hope to save up, given their idiotic, perma-poor spending habits.
