They’re back at Kuakini.
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Wonder how many albums it will take the producers, manager, and label to ruin Scandal like they did Aikawa Nanase and the Nakanomori Band?
(0)Wherever you are in the world, there is someone in an Acura MDX who is in a rush to get somewhere. If you arrive at a red traffic light and there is an MDX alongside you, you can bet that when the light goes green, she/he will floor it to get in front of you in your lane, regardless of whether yours is the fast or slow lane. It must be out of some feeling of inadequacy for thinking they left the dealer with a performance crossover like a Infiniti FX or BMW X5 that are built on RWD sport sedan underpinnings, but discover that they bought something built on a FWD Honda minivan platform.
(0)I have yet to see someone driving a Smart who doesn’t drive like a pompous ass-hat. If they have the Brabus styling package (no performance difference), or have sticker-tuned their car with AMG emblems from some other vehicle, then doubly so!
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Really? Is there anything correct here? The top overlocknut is cross-threaded. The lower of the two keyed washers is turned and jammed on the threads so the key isn’t in the groove. The second (second?!?!) overlocknut spins and neither tightens nor loosens, since the threads have been stripped on the steerer. The giant spacer is just a piece of random tubing and is not square on top or bottom.
…oh, and the headset is loose.
Every time I hear the English-language version of the Air Buggy Japan ad in KORL, I imagine some dude popping out from the back of the store going, “Yo! Kick it! Break it down!” when they mention their “free wrapping service”.
(1)Thanks to everyone who came out to the Honolulu Museum of Art to support the Museum and the Hawaii art community! I was engaged in creation (though at times fruitlessly), so I didn’t get to talk to many of you, but I enjoyed meeting those of you who I had the brief lucid moments to converse with. Thanks to you who bought my pieces! Hopefully we’ll meet again next year!
Mister Entitlement leans back in his chair, sliding his butt down to the edge of the seat and extending his feet out at 45-degrees and splaying his elbows out to the sides as he flips the imaginary pages on his e-reader, trying to take up as much of the physician’s office waiting room as possible by himself.
“if you call for an appointment, they have a legal obligation to see you,” he grumbles to his significant other (or babysitter – couldn’t really tell which she was).
He has an appointment, so he is entitled to occupy as much territory in the office as he feels is rightfully owed him!