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We were downtown one summer and there was a street preacher with his sandwich board in the square telling everyone they were sinners and going to hell. Guy was mentally ill, but he came right up to me and said he wanted to save me and my friends from damnation. My friend and I were bored and decided to debate the guy. We had both grown up Christian, we knew our Bible and for about an hour we went back and forth applying what the Bible taught and what Jesus said against what the street preacher was saying. It actually turned out to be kind of interesting, and we drew a sizable crowd just watching us talk.

My friend's girlfriend was pretty much just screeching the entire time at the street preacher "fuck you! You're why everyone hates Christians! There's no such thing as a good Christian! You can be a good person or a Christian but you can't be both!" on and on and on. Started screeching at the people watching when a few tried shushing her and accused them of being "Bush voting baby killing Christians" as well.

My friend saw her in a new light after that, decided he didn't want to stick his dick in crazy and broke it off. Me being approached by the preacher was the catalyst.
 
My father in law sent me a birthday card. In it he expressed his wish that I might spend my vacation days next year going to a beach resort with their family.

Rich people are such a strange species. I would much rather use my vacation to get some extra work done on the farm, I have never sent anyone a birthday card in all my life, let alone a grown man, and to perfectly honest if I'm going to sit around doing nothing and getting depressed I'd prefer to do it in my cozy, familiar, and isolated house.

EDIT: By the way, what are you supposed to do when someone sends you a birthday card? I do want to be civil. He's always been very polite to me,
 
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Am Russian, German, and Polish second generation. Despite that, proudly the grandchild of a Pearl Harbor survivor. Raised on lots of yummy meat/cabbage concoctions. Most of my grandparents and great aunts and uncles reverted to their first languages in their final months.
Add some Jewish and you're Hitler's worst nightmare
 
EDIT: By the way, what are you supposed to do when someone sends you a birthday card? I do want to be civil. He's always been very polite to me,
Tell him thank you the next time you talk to him. That's all that would be required. If he sent a gift, a short, handwritten note would be appropriate.

I moonlight as an advice columnist, this has been DrJonesHat, etiquette expert.
 
I love mullets unironically and would have one of my own if my hair texture allowed it.
Dude, people laugh but I think if you later it right a mullet could look pretty rad.

Come to think of it, I think a few years ago there was a trend where soccer players were styling their hair into weird choppy mullets and it was actually kinda cool.
 
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I've got a honkin' high IQ :geek: but due to a traumatic brain injury as a young child, algebra makes ZERO sense to me. However, I did well in high level maths as long as letters weren't involved. I think it's something to do with how my brain proverbially rewired itself, causing it to spaz out by believing letters & numbers do not logically belong together. Getting into college/university for a STEM degree took a buttload of working around this mishap & having a heapin' helpin' of sweatermeat probably helped a lot with it. Also, in the same math theme; I became fascinated with "the rule of 9s" (not the medical burn percentage assessment but in mathematics) in 2nd grade when I first started learning multiplication . In non-Dorkinese/Geek-ish, it's when a number is divisible by 9, if you add the digits, it will always equal 9 (i.e.; 18/2=9, 1+8=9 or 9x6=54, 5+4=9, etc.).
 
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