My only small gripe with them is the wacky "no substitutions" policy on what they serve with which
I was once at a place that wouldn't even remove a side from the menu item, which made me insane. OK, fine, you won't swap out salad for the home fries, but you can't just take the potatoes off the plate before you give it to me?? (Needless to say, I have gotten over the crazy anti-potato stance.)
Did people used to be "addicted" to newspapers? Telephones? Mail?
My name is tommyrot and I'm adicted to the telegraph.
(Wait until you see hear my Morse code porn....)
Our giant neighboring galaxy, Andromeda, was involved in a head on collision with the dwarf galaxy, M32, some 210 million years ago, scientists announced today.
The side effects of dwarf galaxy tossing?
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OMG, my grandfather was totally addicted to his ham radio. He kept it in another room, where my grandmother didn't go, and often used code to talk on it! To STRANGERS! Who he sometimes MET IN PERSON.
I shit you not.
OMG, my grandfather was totally addicted to his ham radio. He kept it in another room, where my grandmother didn't go, and often used code to talk on it! To STRANGERS! Who he sometimes MET IN PERSON.
My dad does this, too. And he's even perverted converted both my brothers. I've got my license, too. KC9BFO.
My nana was totally addicted to both police scanners and CBs.
I always meant to, really. My granddad (before he moved to CA) was WB3IQL.
Mine's only a Technician Class. Means I don't have to know morse code. One of these years, I may actually spend enough time to get proficient and upgrade my license. Still, I've never had a radio and probably never will. I got my license to make my dad happy, easy enough to do.
I *love* CBs. When I was growing up, we didn't have phones on the island in Canada yet, and we were on the CB all the time. Then they put up a cell tower in Bruce Mines, and now nobody uses them any more. So sad!