There are those who sing “I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo,” and those who claim to be “the opposite of weird.”
There are those who sing “I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo,” and those who claim to be “the opposite of weird.”
Nah. Everyone knew everyone back then, and my uncle loves sharing his stories. Basically all he did was tell that then-eight year old story, which still holds up.
My uncle was in that story. Decades ago, he told his boss a program would stop working in eight years (8-bit limitation, yeah, that long ago). His boss told him to ship it because they weren’t going to be there in eight years. Sure enough, they weren’t. Eight years later, their IT guy contacted my uncle because he couldn’t figure out why it stopped working, and my uncle showed him the math.
“Investigators believed the couple avoided seeking medical attention to prevent law enforcement from coming to their home.” — Which was the actual problem, not the smoothies.