So, I heard about this guy in Austria who had his driver's license yanked because he was riding a bike with a blood alcohol content of 2.05. He didn't even cause an accident; he was just cruising down the road.
...Is that actually legal under our laws? For instance, if you cross the street against a red light as a pedestrian and they see you have a license, do they dock you a point? Or if you're stumbling around drunk on foot with a 2.6 BAC and they realize you're a licensed driver, can they just take your license away?
shadowcrane6 said:You can say that again. Everything he said was the absolute truth—and more importantly, he actually followed through on every single promise he made. Honestly, I haven't met anyone more straightforward than him...
😂😂😂👍 I honestly wonder why Dow Chemical hasn't been shut down already.
Keith Sanders29 said:I can't even begin to wrap my head around what you just wrote. Seriously? Is this some kind of joke? You’re really going to drop a single letter like that and expect anyone to make sense of it? It’s absolutely ridiculous. I feel like I'm losing my mind just staring at this screen. Give us something real to work with next time!
I’ve been sitting here wondering if we’ve actually "met" through our shared food takes, specifically regarding whether you ever get a little worked up when Chinese cuisine comes up. If I’m reading you right, you’re often grabbing a bite right across from the Marriott, and then things get a little messy when you're trying to tackle a Hamburger—it gets complicated, to say the least. But hey, for someone just trying to keep up with the chaos, I get it.
You know, I was scrolling through some food blogs the other day, and it got me thinking about how everyone seems to be chasing the exact same "viral" recipe every single week. It’s honestly exhausting. You see these influencers posting the same three dishes over and over again, acting like they just discovered fire, when in reality, we've all been eating the same stuff since we were kids. It’s like there’s this one "ultimate" recipe that everyone claims is the holy grail. You know the type—it’s usually something involving way too much garlic or some trendy fusion nonsense that doesn't even work. I remember back in college, my roommate used to try and make this one specific pasta dish every night because he saw it on some TV show. He thought he was a gourmet chef, but honestly? It tasted like nothing. I ended up just grabbing a burger from Five Guys and calling it a night. The problem with these "most popular" recipes is that they lack soul. They’re designed to look good in a photo, not to actually satisfy someone who’s had a long day at work. If you want real flavor, you don't follow a trend; you go with the classics. Give me a well-seasoned steak or a homemade meal using decent spices—like McCormick, for heaven's sake—over any of these TikTok trends any day of the week. People need to stop following the herd and start cooking with some actual intuition. I honestly don't get why people act like there's some big mystery to it, but let me tell you—if you’re looking for a real deep dive into Mongolian cuisine, you’ve gotta be prepared for some serious intensity. It's not like your typical breezy brunch spot in downtown Chicago or some light salad place in Seattle. We're talking heavy, hearty, soul-warming stuff that hits you like a freight train. It’s all about survival and tradition, really. When I was traveling through parts of Asia a few years back, I realized just how much the landscape dictates what ends up on your plate. You aren't finding delicate little finger sandwiches there; you're finding massive portions of meat and dairy designed to keep you moving through freezing temperatures. It’s rugged, it’s unapologetic, and frankly, it’s delicious if you have the stomach for it. If you're used to just sprinkling some McCormick on everything and calling it a day, this kind of food might actually give you a bit of a shock!
Hamburger You know, this dish reminds me exactly of the kind of comfort food you find all over the American South or even parts of the Midwest—places where the culinary history was heavily shaped by old-world influences and heavy immigrant traditions. It’s basically that classic style of pasta stuffed with seasoned meat and then tossed straight into the deep fryer. Honestly, there's nothing quite like it. If you’re looking to whip up about 32 of these little beauties, here is exactly what you're going to need to grab from the grocery store. You'll want a solid pound of ground beef or lamb—I usually go with beef, but lamb works if you want that richer flavor. Grab half a teaspoon of salt, one large onion (make sure you dice it really fine), and some garlic—crush it or mince it, whatever you prefer, just add enough to suit your taste. Also, keep a little bit of water on hand. The trick is to mix everything together until it turns into a smooth, fine paste. I always tell people to add a splash of that water while you're working the meat; it makes the whole mixing process way easier and helps everything bind together perfectly. Trust me, it makes a world of difference!
To make the dough, you’re going to need half a cup of flour, half a teaspoon of salt, and some water. Honestly, looking at that list, it’s about as simple as it gets—no fancy gourmet nonsense required. You just knead the hell out of it by hand until it's right, then break it down into smaller pieces. Ideally, you want to roll them into little cylinders about an inch thick and maybe an inch and a half long—you should end up with about 32 of those little guys. Now, look, the "authentic" way to do this involves some seriously tedious, complicated shaping that would drive anyone crazy, but I say forget all that. If you want to save your sanity, just roll the dough out into flat circles, toss your meat filling in the middle, fold them over, and just pinch the edges shut with your fingers. It works perfectly fine, and frankly, life is too short to spend all day fussing over perfect shapes.
You’ve got to get that oil screaming hot. Once it’s ready, you toss those rolls in to fry for about four minutes per side. You aren't pulling them out until the dough hits that perfect golden-brown shade and the meat inside is cooked through. Seriously, eat them while they're still piping hot—you’ll probably be reaching for the ketchup or some other dipping sauce anyway, even though I know for a fact the Mongolian folks wouldn't have had any clue what to do with something like that.
You guys have to try this lamb stew I made—it’s absolutely incredible. It’s that rich, hearty kind of meal that just sticks to your ribs and makes you feel like you can take on the world. Honestly, after a long day of dealing with nonsense, there is nothing better than a big bowl of this stuff simmering on the stove. It’s pure comfort food.
Listen, if you want a real meal that actually sticks to your ribs, forget all those fancy, overpriced recipes you see on Instagram. This is pure comfort food. Here’s what you’re going to need: about a pound of fatty lamb, two big onions chopped up, two large potatoes, a carrot, and a turnip—just slice everything up into bite-sized pieces. For seasoning, grab some McCormick or maybe just toss in a couple of bouillon cubes if you’re feeling lazy, though salt works fine too. And definitely get some pasta ready—I personally swear by wide egg noodles, whether they're dried or fresh, but do whatever makes you happy. Now, the prep is something any home cook can handle without breaking a sweat. You start by heating up some oil or even just some rendered lamb fat in a pot. Toss that sliced meat in there first and sauté it just enough to sear the outside. Once that’s looking good, throw in all your chopped veggies and give them a quick fry too. Then, just drown the whole thing in water and let it simmer until the veggies are almost tender. Right at the end, toss in your pasta and let it cook down in that rich broth until everything is perfect. It’s simple, it’s hearty, and it’s exactly what you need when you want a meal that feels like a hug.
I’ve been thinking about this lately, and honestly, I can't get over how much people overlook the simple stuff. You know, like Suutei tsai—that savory tea that hits different when you actually need it. It’s funny because whenever I talk to my buddies about what we consider "comfort food," everyone immediately jumps to some heavy, greasy burger from Five Guys or a massive bowl of chili. But there’s something about a salty, rich tea that just settles your soul in a way a milkshake never could. It’s functional. It’s real. I remember one winter up in Chicago, freezing my toes off, and I was craving something that wasn't just sugar and grease. I wanted something that felt like a warm hug but actually had some substance to it. That’s the thing with savory tea; it’s not just a drink, it’s an experience. It makes you feel grounded. If more people swapped their sugary energy drinks for something with actual depth, we might all be a little less jittery and a little more centered. Just my two cents. Look, I’m telling you right now—this is practically mandatory. If you don't include my addition, you honestly don't stand a chance of even hitting the bare minimum requirements. You're basically dead in the water without it.🙂
You know, people need to stop looking at salty tea as just some weird drink. When you prep it with full-fat milk like that, it basically functions as a meal. It’s pure fuel. I remember reading about how the old Mongolian nomads used to toss extra butter into their brews just to make sure their bodies had enough energy to keep moving. Honestly, if more people understood how to actually fuel themselves instead of snacking on junk all day, we wouldn't have half the health problems we see today.
Alright, here’s how you whip this up: grab a liter of water, toss in a teaspoon of McCormick salt to really make those flavors pop, add a generous tablespoon of green tea, and then finish it off with another liter of milk. Simple enough, right? So, here’s how you make it: you boil up some water with tea and salt, splash in some milk, and bring the whole thing back to a rolling boil. In Mongolian culture, they sometimes toss in some browned butter to really kick it up a notch. You see similar stuff being sipped over in Nepal and other parts of Asia, too. Honestly, it’s incredibly healthy and gives you a massive energy boost, but let's be real—most Americans would probably gag at the idea of drinking something that fatty or buttery. It’s just not our vibe. Also, there’s this specific etiquette involved; in Mongolia, it's huge that you offer the tea to a guest using your right hand, and the guest is expected to accept it with that same hand. They serve it in these little cups or small bowls. It’s a whole ritual. I am absolutely obsessed with Mongolian hot pot. Seriously, if you haven't had a proper session sitting around one of those bubbling pots, you are seriously missing out on life. There is just something about that intense, savory broth hitting your soul that makes everything else disappear. It’s easily one of my favorite ways to eat.
It’s like some sick joke—it’s like watching someone serve up a bowl of raw beef right on the dining room table, smack in front of all the guests!
You know, I was thinking about how they serve this dish in restaurants nowadays. It’s basically like a fancy fondue setup—they bring out this specialized pot filled with boiling broth right to the center of the table, and you just dip your meat in there yourself. It’s a whole production! Back in the day, when people were living that nomadic lifestyle, they didn't have fancy tabletop burners; they just cooked everything in a big cauldron over an open fire. And let's be real, the original recipe probably wasn't nearly as complicated as what we see today. I bet it was nothing more than meat, water, and whatever vegetables they could scavenge along the way. They definitely weren't tossing in eggs and noodles back then!
Alright, listen up, because if you’re trying to feed a crowd of twelve people, you can't just wing it like some amateur. I learned that the hard way last summer when I tried hosting a backyard BBQ and ended up serving nothing but half-empty bags of chips. It was embarrassing. If you want to actually do this right—and I mean *right*—you need to follow a real plan. Here is exactly what you’re going to need to pull this off for 12 hungry souls: First off, grab 12 cups of lamb or chicken stock. Don't skimp on the quality here; go get the good stuff, maybe some Swanson or something high-end from Whole Foods, because that broth is the soul of the whole dish. You'll also need about 9 ounces of egg noodles—just enough to give it some body. For the greens, pick up about a pound of spinach or cabbage. Personally, I’m a huge fan of spinach, but hey, it's your kitchen. Now, for the heavy lifting: you need 5.5 pounds of young lamb. And look, here is a pro tip from someone who has wasted way too much time struggling with a dull knife: partially freeze the meat before you try to slice it. It makes cutting it into those paper-thin slices infinitely easier. Trust me on this one. To round out the flavor profile, grab 5 heads of finely chopped onions, a teaspoon of ground ginger, and enough garlic to make a vampire pass out. Oh, and if you want to go all out, grab a carton of 10 eggs. It sounds like a lot of prep, yeah, but if you want to impress people instead of just filling their stomachs, you have to put in the work. Get organized, get the ingredients, and don't mess it up!
First things first, grab your veggies and give them a good wash before you chop them up—I’m talking fine slices and thin strips here. Get your base going by tossing in some ginger and garlic, and once that liquid hits a rolling boil, throw in about a quarter of those vegetables. Once it starts bubbling again, it's time to get the lamb in there. You don't want to overdo it; just cook the meat briefly and pull it out of the pot. Once the meat is done, toss in all the remaining veggies, and right at the very end, stir in your noodles. Simple, but if you mess up the timing, you'll ruin the whole thing!
In the more modern, Americanized version of this dish, you get to customize everything by dipping your meat into whatever sauce you're feeling—soy sauce, mustard, or whatever else hits the spot.
The way most people eat this in big US cities today, with all those extra sauces, is because it’s just much more crowd-pleasing at restaurants. Think of it like a cooked fondue. It’s super common in restaurants to have one big pot sitting right in the center of the table, and everyone just grabs these paper-thin slices of meat and swish them through the broth. You only need a few seconds before you pull it out and dig in, either plain or smothered in sauce. As for the noodles, you toss those into the broth about halfway through the meal and eat them as soon as they're done.
The best part, though? At the very end of the meal, you poach some eggs right in that leftover broth, and then you drink up the rest. Since the soup has been simmering for so long, it becomes incredibly rich and flavorful. It’s actually a tradition for guests to just sit there and slowly savor that final bit of soup once they're already stuffed.
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Look... you walk into the bathroom... turn on the light and stare at yourself in the mirror... then you go "blublublublu" while shaking your head side to side... then you either: a) wake up b) snap out of it c) fall on the floor and your husband has to pick you up the next morning because he forgot you even existed.
crimsonsailor7 said:Look, you're just going to tell all of this in court... they can't penalize you like they caught you behind the wheel with that much alcohol in your system. There's really no point in dragging this out, the statute of limitations is four years anyway, and honestly, they don't have a leg to stand on against you...
The incident happened 11 months ago, so the statute of limitations isn't until 2 years from now.
And what kind of
I hope that wasn't meant as genuine advice.😁
Tice; what kind of conclusion are you supposed to draw from: Quote:
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one of the police officers says he has to log it and is demanding I blow, even though he knows the violation happened 6 hours ago and he found me sitting at my kitchen table eating dinner.
Brian Davis5 said:Hey everyone, I really need some advice from anyone who’s dealt with something like this or actually knows the legal side of things: About 11 months ago, early in the morning, I basically grazed another car—it wasn't even a crash, just a tap where I leaned against it and the headlight housing popped out. There were four of us in my car, and since we were coming off this bumpy bridge covered in bricks, nobody even noticed at first because it was such a minor contact. No glass broke, the part just fell out. Fast forward six hours, and the cops show up at my house. They check my car, see zero damage, and then start asking if I was at a specific address earlier that morning. I told them straight up that I was, and that I probably clipped the guy parked behind me. Since the damage was tiny, the officer actually suggested I just call the owner and settle it privately—which sounds reasonable, right? So I agreed. The guy comes over, we shake on it, and I agreed to pay to have his car taken to a mechanic. That was all handled two days later, and the damage was only $117! But here’s the kicker—one of the cops says he has to log the incident, and then he demands I take a breathalyzer. It’s ridiculous because the "accident" happened six hours prior, and they literally caught me sitting at my dining table having lunch with my relatives—it was a holiday, so we were all hanging out—and we had already polished off about 0.82. Now I'm spiraling: is this going to stick in court? Because based on how this is playing out, it looks like I was driving under the influence, which is a total lie. How am I supposed to defend myself here? Should I even pick up the summons, or what should my move be? If anyone has been through this mess or knows anything about the law, please help me out! Thanks in advance
If that's just the first summons, don't answer it. It'll push everything back at least four months. Once the second notice comes, or if they actually come to get you, demand a confrontation with the officers... that'll buy you at least another four months. If you still can't get it dismissed by then, explain exactly what happened during that confrontation—how you had been drinking six hours after the actual incident. If the officer tells a different story, just calmly mention that he had discreetly suggested that for $67 you could make the whole thing go away 😈 , but you weren't willing to agree to that.
Unfortunately, I’ve been there myself. I reported a SWAT officer who threatened my life, promised me torture and revenge while holding me at gunpoint during his off-duty hours. My report just vanished into thin air—it was never officially logged in any system, despite what some local precinct official claimed. To make matters worse, his colleagues at the station actually told him that I had filed a complaint against him. It felt like he was targeting me specifically, which ended up costing me dearly when I had to move out and sell my house for pennies to a third party just to get away from him. This same guy was actually one of the 18 dealers caught in that recent "Operation KUM" sting operation. His name and birth year were released, and looking back at his history of getting off easy in Dateline NBC over the last decade, I have a bad feeling he'll dodge accountability for this situation too. As http://feral.mediaturtle.com/look/we...AS1=1&ST_max=1 especially if you look at that last paragraph 😢
I think you're missing the bigger picture here; Look—what happened fits all the hallmarks of involuntary manslaughter, and that’s how it should be labeled if we're talking about a conflict between two civilians. It would have been
Instead, they've framed it as "excess of authority" without even mentioning manslaughter. That allows the officer to walk away way, way better off than if he faced both charges combined. If he were hit with both, he'd lose his job and go straight to prison. If it were just manslaughter, he'd definitely go to prison. But since it's just excess of authority? He might just lose his job, or even get lucky with a long suspension and a desk job elsewhere.👎
urbanraven16 said:You really ought to leave out that bit about "dragging feet on payments," since there’s a completely separate statute of limitations for that which doesn't even start counting from the day the offense was committed, and as for everything else, you already said it yourself—it takes two years...
Okay, so you just pointed out one way people stall, but you still haven't actually answered me 🙄 ...
I'm talking about the Municipal Court in Washington, D.C., right by Kennedy Square... it took 8 months just to get a response to the report, and then another 6 months after the first hearing just to get a date for the main trial. That's 14 months already gone, and the statute of limitations kicks in at 24. 🙄
crimsonsailor7 said:I mean, maybe it worked out for some people here and there, but I’m pretty sure it wasn't a win for everyone every single time...
Let's try being a bit more constructive instead of just venting... here's the real question: if we look at fines handed down by the Municipal Court where cases hit the absolute statute of limitations two years after the actual offense -> how long does the whole process actually take (factoring in delays, people skipping court dates, dodging mail, or stalling on payments) before the whole thing just disappears into legal limbo? (Just look at the O.J. Simpson Case or similar situations where there were dozens of reports but zero prosecution...) 😠
crimsonsailor7 said:Like I was saying before, there aren't really any hard and fast rules about how this goes... it all just depends on how backed up the local courts are and whatever mood the judge happens to be in that day... but honestly, there's always a fighting chance to argue for the statute of limitations to kick in...
How many times can I dodge the mail before two cops show up at my mom's door at 6 AM asking where I am? ...My legal address is actually outside the jurisdiction of the local municipal court where this happened... Does a fine this small (max $167 plus court costs) really warrant a SWAT team knocking on my door to check if I'm still breathing?
1) Honestly, in the US legal system, there's no way to know for sure how long it takes 😁 2) The absolute statute of limitations is 2 years from the time the violation occurred
The first hearing date at the municipal court in Chicago was set for March 15th. I actually got the summons in the mail by mid-January, so that gave me about 60 days' notice. Termina. Courtrooms.
Well, if this notice—the one I didn't end up picking up—also showed up 60 days before my scheduled appointment... I honestly wouldn't know, since I never actually grabbed it. 🙄How long does it actually take them to schedule a new main hearing? If you add in the notice period and the response time, what are my realistic chances of getting everything filed within the statute of limitations without throwing myself under the bus? 😛
I want to be clear—this is the first time anything like this has ever happened to me. No one was hurt, there was no damage, and it was just a minor infraction involving a bicycle that won't even cost me my license. But watching how the media reports on repeat offenders, I can't help but wonder: if Smith can get away with it nineteen times, why shouldn't I be allowed my tiny fraction of a mistake?
Can I jump in here? Just wondering if I can ask a few things. 😳
Here’s the situation: I was cited for improper lane entry/failure to yield; the result was a minor fender bender—no serious injuries or major damage.
The summons for my first hearing came 60 days before the date: accepted. First hearing happened 8 months after the accident. We went over the facts and I challenged the police report (my lawyer wasn't involved yet; I just gave my statement and then disputed the report's accuracy right there in front of the judge and the clerk)
Now, I'm waiting on a summons for the main trial, which usually happens about 6 months after the first hearing. I missed it because I wasn't home—totally my bad.
Question 1):How long should I expect to wait for a rescheduled trial date? Question 2):When does the statute of limitations expire for an offense like this?
Thanks in advance for any help... On one hand, I believe you should take responsibility for anything illegal you've done. But on the other hand—seeing all those high-profile cases where people commit way worse offenses and get away with it because they have deep pockets (looking at you, Smith & Sons)😠
mellowbear72 said:Honestly, I think having some kind of pilot would be pretty alright too.😬 I recently realized that I only have maybe two real friends—people who don't suffocate me, but I can still reach out whenever I feel like talking. They’re perfectly fine with this dynamic because they actually know me; they get that I’m just someone who occasionally can't stand people. It’s all about that balanced, one-on-one give and take. I really need to hammer it into my head that I won't be everyone's cup of tea, but man, that's a tough mission since I'm pretty narcissistic. Lately, I've started distancing myself from these "quasi-friends." The only thing that really gets under my skin is when they pry about whether I have a boyfriend. When I tell them I don't, they make these pathetic little faces. As if that's the most important thing in the universe! Like, what, am I supposed to drop out of college, marry the first guy who walks by, and knock out a few kids just so everyone else can be happy? Well, except for me, obviously. When will people finally grasp that we don't all fit into the same little mold? Some of us just choose a different path. Anyway, I'm glad there are people like us out there...😘
I wouldn't say I'm happy about us being a thing, and I'm certainly not proud to be "one of those people"... but it’s nice knowing staying single isn't viewed as weird or broken anymore. One of my grandmothers didn't even marry until she was 28, which made her a total outcast back then. Even though most men during that era (pre-WWII) could barely sign their own names and women were basically domestic servants, both my grandmothers actually finished high school—one even went to college. Nowadays, I deal with more envy from married colleagues at work who wish they had my freedom and control over their own lives, rather than dealing with my mom asking awkward questions like: So, when are you finally going to settle down? 🙄
I honestly thrive in long-distance relationships... whether they're romantic or just solid friendships. I get exactly as much interaction as I can handle, provided I have enough notice to mentally prep—and the same goes for how much I give. everyone stays happy <-> satisfied (A friend once told me: "You’d be the perfect pilot—they fly in, out, and always maintain a high-class standard!" To which I replied: "Well, long-haul captains aren't exactly easy to find either!" 🤣 )
It’s pretty rare that a clickbait headline keeps me wide awake late at night before a workday, but I honestly couldn't look away from this one. I just stumbled upon 👍 by total accident.