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If everyone is supposedly opening and inspecting every single shipment, then I truly cannot wrap my head around how I can ship a massive crate from Australia, valued at $1,000, with absolutely no invoice inside, only to have it cleared through customs without a single cent being charged. Yet, a little while later, I send a tiny little parcel worth maybe $60, and suddenly they’re making a huge production out of it and demanding an itemized receipt. It honestly feels like the folks running the show over there haven't the slightest clue who's actually in charge or how any of this is supposed to work... Both shipments were sent from one private individual to another, so I suspect that’s the variable they’re playing with...
Is Kišobrani Sviben still a thing? Does it even exist anymore?
I mean, let’s be real here—nobody is just handing out massive sums of cash by randomly pulling email addresses out of a hat... I certainly wouldn't be touching that with a ten-foot pole, especially when it comes to handing over any kind of sensitive data or personal info. Honestly, they should just cut a check to someone else entirely; besides, I’m assuming you aren't even an American citizen, which would likely create a mountain of bureaucratic headaches when it comes to actually collecting any supposed "prize."
Ivo Lola Ribar... though if you look closely, most of these are just terms borrowed from Mexican that don't really have anything to do with the old USSR...
silverhawk8 said:commander vs. officer
That isn't quite how I recall things playing out; an officer back then is essentially what we call a commissioned officer in the US Armed Forces today, though you also had non-commissioned officers who functioned much like our current NCOs. A commander is actually a commanding officer...
ID cards
passports
FBI (the old state accounting service, basically the modern IRS or Treasury, formerly known as ZAP)
OUR
background checks
interrogations—or maybe just those intense interviews (I think they still do those, though I couldn't say... my sessions were always packed!) 😁
EMKO shaving foam (something the girls from back in the day—who are all respectable ladies now—will certainly remember 😉)
the restroom
funerals
recruitment
discos, and while we're on the subject, those cheap dive bars
honestly, who could ever possibly remember it all...
Does anyone else have that specific episode of Seinfeld burned into their brain, where Kramer goes into some boutique and starts pulling all those little desiccant packets out of the dresses, only to dump them straight into some sauce they were handing out to customers? It was pure chaos, really—that woman ended up completely shriveled up from the inside after she took a massive bite of that contaminated sauce 🙂
I once took my boots to a local cobbler to have them stretched on a professional last. They sat there for two days—or at least, that’s what he claimed—yet when I got them back, they still felt just as snug; I honestly couldn't detect any meaningful difference whatsoever. They didn't lose their shape, nor did they crack or anything of the sort, but the whole stretching endeavor was essentially a wash... my issue is specifically with the right boot, and as time goes on, I've come to realize that what I actually need is a custom orthotic rather than a stretch, but that's a whole different saga altogether...
Billy Bob Thornton in "No Country for Old Men"
Look, I smoke despite knowing perfectly well how bad it is for you, and anyone who’s ever picked up a cigarette knows there is a certain undeniable pleasure in it. About a decade ago, I spent some time living in England, and I remember visiting this one English family with two sons, roughly 13 and 18 years old; neither of them touched a cigarette, yet they were quite happy to knock back several beers every single day, which was treated as completely unremarkable and nobody even blinked an eye, though my smoking was viewed as nothing short of absolute savagery. Now, I am fully aware of all the lectures regarding secondhand smoke and all that nonsense, but, honestly, it strikes me as far from normal to see a kid of 12 or 13 swigging beer instead of water.
Speaking of smoking and all that other stuff:
CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE -
1940's, 50's, 60's and 70's
First off, we managed to survive being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant with us.
They popped aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, canned tuna, and didn't bother getting screened for diabetes.
After surviving that initial gauntlet, our baby cribs were often coated in bright, colorful lead-based paint.
There were no childproof caps on medicine bottles, no locks on doors or cabinets, and when we hopped on our bikes, we didn't wear helmets—not to mention the sheer audacity of the risks we took hitchhiking.
As kids, we’d pile into cars that lacked seat belts or airbags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a sweltering afternoon was always considered a special treat.
We used to drink water straight from the garden hose rather than from a bottled source.
We would share a single soda among four friends, passing one bottle around, and surprisingly, NO ONE actually dropped dead from it.
We ate cupcakes, white bread, and real butter, and we gulped down sodas loaded with sugar, but we didn't end up overweight because...
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!
We would head out in the morning and stay out all day, provided we were back home by the time the streetlights flickered on.
Nobody could track us down all day long, and yet, we were O.K.
We would spend endless hours constructing soapbox derby cars out of scrap wood and metal, racing them down hills only to realize we had forgotten to install the brakes. After crashing into the bushes a few times, we eventually figured out how to fix the problem ourselves.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo, Xbox, we had no video games whatsoever, no 99 channels of cable, no VHS movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or online chat rooms........ WE HAD FRIENDS and we actually went outside to find them!
We tumbled out of trees, suffered cuts, broken bones, and lost teeth, and there were never any lawsuits filed over these little mishaps.
We ate worms and played with mud pies made of dirt, and those worms didn't end up living inside us forever.
We were handed BB guns for our 10th birthdays, invented games using sticks and tennis balls, and even though we were warned about it, we didn't accidentally poke out too many eyes.
We would ride our bikes or walk over to a buddy's house and knock on the door, ring the bell, or just holler for them!
football Had tryouts and not everyone made The team. Those who didn't make the cut had to learn how to handle disappointment. imagine that !!
The notion of a parent swooping in to bail us out if we broke the law was totally alien. They actually tended to side with the law!
This generation has turned out to be some of the greatest risk-takers, problem solvers, and innovators to ever exist!
The last 50 years have seen a massive explosion of innovation and fresh perspectives.
We experienced freedom, failure, success, and responsibility, and we learned
HOW TO
DEAL WITH IT ALL!
And YOU are one of them!
CONGRATULATIONS!