No woman has ever kept that promise when "borrowing" a credit card.
I ain't THAT rich and I am certainly not THAT naive
I'm sure
@Clare2904 promises to bring back some Jagr Peanut Butter and other Pens related products.
Just saw this gem of a post on Reddit
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[I separated it into a few more paragraphs below]
"All while signaling properly and checking your blind spots the entire time, of course.
For example, the “West Liberty Ave Weave”. When going down 19/ West Liberty Ave from Mt Lebanon, you must be in the RIGHT lane by the time you hit Pamela’s to avoid the left turning clog up. Then, quickly shift to the LEFT lane in front of the church to avoid the slow turners to the right, and in less than 200 feet you need to be back in the RIGHT lane by the time you get to Jean Louis to avoid the atrocious unprotected left turners clogging up waiting for an invitation. Then, once you hit the Nissan Dealership 300 feet later, you’re back in the LEFT lane due to parked cars. You’re in that all the way down to Potomac Ave, where you quickly do a RIGHT- LEFT manuever to avoid the Potomac Ave turners. Once you hit the Eat N Park, congrats, you’ve succesfully beat the challenge.
Or, ”Run The Gauntlet”, or going from 279 through the Ft Pitt Tunnels as you come back from a day of shopping and gluttony at Ross Park Pall. Coming down 279 North after the Veteran’s Bridge split, you stay to the Far left all while 3 on ramps shoot motorists merging at comically fast speeds. A sign says “Ft Pitt Tunnel Right Lane” right as you pass PNC Park to your left. Everyone crashes to the right lane and immediately checks brakes to prepare for a merge of crazed motorists flying from the Ohio River Blvd, like Bowser chasing Peach with a cocked Blue Shell in tow. You think “noobs” and stay to the left, knowing you have the entire length of the Fort Duquense bridge to merge. You easily pass 7 dazed cars with looks of terror in their faces as they look over the shoulder. You drop the hammer and glide across that bridge and know there will be a hole the size of a Port Authority Bus waiting for you.
You go over 1 lane, and then another, your wife screams “200 feet!” as the Ft Duquesne bridge runs out of length. You’re cooler than a bag of ice from Giant Eagle. BOOM! There’s the hole. You glide over with the flick of a wrist. But now the PRO move, you go over ANOTHER lane. The RIGHT lane? Yes, the RIGHT lane. The crowd gasps. You are halfway to running the gauntlet. “But it says Ft Pitt Tunnel Left Lane!” Too soon junior. As everyone in the left lane brake checks like the final stretch of the Perogie race has crossed over to the Point Park, there’s you, gracefully moving like Saurkraut Saul in the RIGHT lane. You easily go past 10 cars standing still.
Oh no, people are merging from the bathtub to the right. That’s fine, they heed you because no one merges with speed in Pittsburgh. You glide past. In the left lane, every dad in their Sienna have their heads cocked back so far it would impress a Great Barn Owl, but you’re looking ahead. Still. In. The. Right. Lane. “Doesn’t this lane go to McKees Rocks? It’s dangerous there!” You smirk, saying “if we would go that way...” BANG! You hit the right lane on the dreaded Ft Pitt Bridge at a 25 mph stroll. The guy beside you in the left lane is shoeing off a Panhandler while trying to merge in front of a Matt Mertz plumbing van from a deadlock. You glide around it like LeVeon Bell in 2016.
THERE IT IS, another hole. Blinker on, you activate your second to last move. You have probably about 5 good seconds before you would run into the divider and your entire bloodline may literally die, but it’s fine. It’s the Ft Pitt Bridge, the Catalina Wine Mixer of merging. MISSION SUCCESS, you’re now in the middle lane that will become the right lane as the bridge divides. But you, more seasoned than Big Ben in the pocket, you deliver another gem. You notice another hole in the left lane, and take it.
You know the RIGHT LANERS in the Ft Pitt Bridge will easily slam the brakes 13 times, and we ain’t about that life. We hit the Greentree Hill with speed. That’s the motto of the LEFT LANERS in the Ft Pitt Bridge. I didn’t choose that life, the left lane chose me. You come screaming through the Ft Pitt Tunnels. Your passengers thing you are some yinzer version of The Transporter. Mission Success, you have ran the gauntlet."