If you really want to peer into the lives of your favorite Autopians, you can become a member here. Otherwise, you can live with the mystery.
If you really want to peer into the lives of your favorite Autopians, you can become a member here. Otherwise, you can live with the mystery.
Way to bury the Lede. Erica Lourd, awesome!
I’ve seen her mentioned a few times before. She’s been working on their video content for a while now.
Matt: First lesson from Hitchhikers Guide is to always bring your towel. David and my 19y/o engineering major son would get along. My son cannot handle liquids without spilling them. We’ve had two cars ruined by old dairy smell in the carpet. Moldy coffee with cream spilled one time and raw milk (he was making cheese in school for a project).
Torch: “oops.”
Me, as I’m reading this: “Yep, acronym confirmed. Operation Outside Prescribed Specifications.”
Time for DT to call Mitch Bryant.
I can relate to the clogged toilet. I’ve clogged public toilets, hotel toilets, and workplace toilets on multiple occasions, and even clogged the kind from the 1950s that have enough suction to swallow a chicken. So home low-flow toilets with even less flushing capability are problematic, especially at friends’ houses.
Pro-tip: keep a bent coat hangar and a plunger next to your home commode. Breaking everything up helps it go down, but even then, that may not be enough.
The evening dump. Always the riskier one.
But I am a member!
So is that cooked chicken that was in his oven still available?
SWG! That 26 Chrysler is so awesome!!!
My thoughts exactly! I dig your style, my homie.
So glad that you’re better Jason. And yup, moving sucks, that’s why I don’t do it. Hell, it would take me 3 months to pack up up my massive RV and car memorabilia and model collection, never mind another month to pack up the hotwheels and matchbox cars. Please tell me you threw that swiffer away after you used it. God forbid it should be used to dust something now after the pure hell y’all put it through. Good to know, though, that in an emergency a swiffer will hold up to poop water.
Where you been SWG?!?!?!
We miss you!
Coming back with a vengeance wicked shortly. Thanks a ton for the kind sentiment, my dude!
Yay!
I been jonesing for content from your Southern Lair
His GF will fix him quick. She drives a Lexus after all.
My favorite part has to be SWG’s dogged “hey yellow Chrylsers amiright?!” conversational attempts right before everything gets steered into a very different lane. I like to think he knows exactly when to fold when playing with this group.
Amen, Jack!
Harvey! There will be some SWG on the site this week with the Good Lord a-willin’ and if the creek don’t rise!
Hey now – if the chicken reached an internal temperature of 165F, and if the oven had a good seal, and if no one opened the oven after it cooled, then in theory that chicken should have been fine in that sterile environment forever.
That’s why high praise from Douglas Adams included “he’s a hoopy frood who really knows where his towel is”.
If one or more members of the ‘topian staff are not familiar with the works of Mr. Adams, please let me know. I will not judge; instead I would treat that as a teachable moment.
And possibly send the offending staffer a copy of the first book in the increasingly inaccurately named trilogy.
Not “the offending staffer” – remember, no judging.
But yes. 🙂
Probably not. Ovens are vented so pathogens can enter a cold oven that way. Plus cooking might kill 99.999999% of existing pathogens but that still leaves thousands of pathogens in that petri dish if there were billions to start with.
I knew better than to trust anything with flipper-grey flooring.
Did he at least get his deposit back?
I think the deposit was the problem. 😐
Nice one. More to the point, Jason got his deposit back.
I love this more than I should. Y’all are far too entertaining! And now I’m picturing Jason calmly saying “oops” as he walks out of the bathroom, followed by a tidal wave of sewage. Meanwhile David looks up from his computer in the corner and exclaims “Come on man! I eat in there!”
No worries, David eats his spaghetti in the shower. From what I gathered, only the toilet backed up. Bon Appetit!
“Oops” is one of those words that depends on who’s uttering it. A little kid coloring outside the lines expressing an oops wouldn’t concern me. Torch dropping an oops as he leaves a bathroom would worry me.
That would worry almost anyone, with good reason.
I can just feel the beaming pride of “you’ll have clean towels this time!” and I have tears in my eyes from laughing.
That said, being in the next town over from Torch… let’s just say I haven’t missed a daylight saving time change in a few years.
My housemate cleans his tea towels by popping them in the microwave for thirty seconds.
I mean, I guess it probably sterilises them, but they’re still stained 🙁