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Digger
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Took me 35 minutes to drive 2 miles to CSM today.
Waldorf is way out of control.
Waldorf is way out of control.
Ride your bike.
Bucky Badger
Go Kyle Go
or walk....move.. you are 19...there are plenty of oppertunites for 19 year olds out there.
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Digger
Guest
Not around here. More than $1500 to rent a 1 bedroom apartment.
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vanzetti
Guest
Get creative... find an alternate route, or a mo-ped and skirt through the traffic, or talk to your boss and see if you can start 30 minutes early to avoid rush hour... oh, sorry, I guess you can ignore that last option.
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Digger
Guest
Get creative... find an alternate route, or a mo-ped and skirt through the traffic, or talk to your boss and see if you can start 30 minutes early to avoid rush hour... oh, sorry, I guess you can ignore that last option.
Bwahahahahahahahah!
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Digger
Guest
I have not taken the main highway anywhere.
I don't understand why they are repaving the busiest part of the busiest highway at the busiest time of the year.
I don't understand why they are repaving the busiest part of the busiest highway at the busiest time of the year.
Bucky Badger
Go Kyle Go
When I say MOVE I MEAN MOVE...away. If not well stop yer bitch!ing
Man when he gets to be a old man he will be bitchy won't he bucky
Wow, if I complained every time I got caught in traffic... Let's see since April I have put over 18000 miles on my car driving for work, I would never stop complaining. Okay so let's complain about construction. My road is currently closed and for some reason the truck drivers ignore the road closed sign 5 miles back and when they get to my house realize the road really is closed and are pretty much using my drive/yard to turn around.... Let's see what other things can we complain about.... oh gas is $3.09. Life doesn't it just suck....
Oh to be 19 and be able to complain about traffic....
Oh to be 19 and be able to complain about traffic....
Wow, if I complained every time I got caught in traffic... Let's see since April I have put over 18000 miles on my car driving for work, I would never stop complaining. Okay so let's complain about construction. My road is currently closed and for some reason the truck drivers ignore the road closed sign 5 miles back and when they get to my house realize the road really is closed and are pretty much using my drive/yard to turn around.... Let's see what other things can we complain about.... oh gas is $3.09. Life doesn't it just suck....
Oh to be 19 and be able to complain about traffic....
I just wish I was 19 again.
Hell NO! I've enjoyed every minute since I was 19!
Try telling that to a 19 year old!
barelypure
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Do not listen to them telling you to move. Stay right where you are. You are settled and in a routine. In fact, let me tell you a little story:
A traveler came upon an old farmer hoeing in his field beside the road. Eager to rest his feet, the wanderer hailed the countryman, who seemed happy enough to straighten his back and talk for a moment.
"What sort of people live in the next town?" asked the stranger.
"What were the people like where you've come from?" replied the farmer, answering the question with another question.
"They were a bad lot. Troublemakers all, and lazy too. The most selfish people in the world, and not a one of them to be trusted. I'm happy to be leaving the scoundrels."
"Is that so?" replied the old farmer. "Well, I'm afraid that you'll find the same sort in the next town.
Disappointed, the traveler trudged on his way, and the farmer returned to his work.
Some time later another stranger, coming from the same direction, hailed the farmer, and they stopped to talk. "What sort of people live in the next town?" he asked.
"What were the people like where you've come from?" replied the farmer once again.
"They were the best people in the world. Hard working, honest, and friendly. I'm sorry to be leaving them."
"Fear not," said the farmer. "You'll find the same sort in the next town."
A traveler came upon an old farmer hoeing in his field beside the road. Eager to rest his feet, the wanderer hailed the countryman, who seemed happy enough to straighten his back and talk for a moment.
"What sort of people live in the next town?" asked the stranger.
"What were the people like where you've come from?" replied the farmer, answering the question with another question.
"They were a bad lot. Troublemakers all, and lazy too. The most selfish people in the world, and not a one of them to be trusted. I'm happy to be leaving the scoundrels."
"Is that so?" replied the old farmer. "Well, I'm afraid that you'll find the same sort in the next town.
Disappointed, the traveler trudged on his way, and the farmer returned to his work.
Some time later another stranger, coming from the same direction, hailed the farmer, and they stopped to talk. "What sort of people live in the next town?" he asked.
"What were the people like where you've come from?" replied the farmer once again.
"They were the best people in the world. Hard working, honest, and friendly. I'm sorry to be leaving them."
"Fear not," said the farmer. "You'll find the same sort in the next town."