I think I've clicked on a sponsored result maybe one or twice in my life. Most of the time it's garbage with little relevance to what I'm looking for, and the rest of the time I just don't trust it
More than a decade ago I taught my dad how to remove sponsored results from google. Within a few days his wife removed the adblock filters and they were seeing sponsored content again. Because she went out of her way to tell me how helpful that shit was - I knew she was lying. My dad passed away a few years ago. I hope she clicks the sponsored shit and gets totally scammed. And more than once.
She's a real piece of work. I never used the term "my stepmom" for my dad's third wife. I always used her name or called her "my dad's wife".
It’s hard for me to conceptualize a person who’s computer literate enough to remove Adblock filters but also wants google sponsored results. Who the fuck is this woman??
She was petty and awful. She's the sort of person who is sure she's right 100% of the time. Anyway - she's out of my life so please don't get me started.
My dad's last girlfriend once tried telling me that Cozumel, Mexico was not an island and when we looked at a map declared herself correct because it's a couple miles off the coast of the mainland, practically a peninsula.
It's so nice to never have to deal with my dad's second wife's bullshit. Her go-to phrase to lecture me was "You said...". I tried to have a smile and expression that said "Oh, really. Are you fucking kidding me with this shit again?" I don't think she even noticed. My dad did though.
I envy you. My nemesis didn't lose her temper. She liked to get her revenge cold. She'd wait and then display her fangs with "You said..." And I'd have to be the one not to lose my temper.
She once had a job review where her boss told her she was an overly emotional control freak as anytime she got comfortable at a job she'd start acting like she owned the place and would get in petty power struggles with other employees.
My nemesis was an "artist" so - for example - she'd make a two foot high metal elephant-shape sculpture by welding mostly rectangular pieces of metal and painting it a sold bright color. She called it lawn art but I called it crap. Somehow she sold stuff fairly frequently at local galleries.
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I think I've clicked on a sponsored result maybe one or twice in my life. Most of the time it's garbage with little relevance to what I'm looking for, and the rest of the time I just don't trust it
More than a decade ago I taught my dad how to remove sponsored results from google. Within a few days his wife removed the adblock filters and they were seeing sponsored content again. Because she went out of her way to tell me how helpful that shit was - I knew she was lying. My dad passed away a few years ago. I hope she clicks the sponsored shit and gets totally scammed. And more than once.
She's a real piece of work. I never used the term "my stepmom" for my dad's third wife. I always used her name or called her "my dad's wife".
Edit: I fixed a mistake.
It’s hard for me to conceptualize a person who’s computer literate enough to remove Adblock filters but also wants google sponsored results. Who the fuck is this woman??
She was petty and awful. She's the sort of person who is sure she's right 100% of the time. Anyway - she's out of my life so please don't get me started.
My dad's last girlfriend once tried telling me that Cozumel, Mexico was not an island and when we looked at a map declared herself correct because it's a couple miles off the coast of the mainland, practically a peninsula.
She should put on 4 pound ankle weights and walk there
It's so nice to never have to deal with my dad's second wife's bullshit. Her go-to phrase to lecture me was "You said...". I tried to have a smile and expression that said "Oh, really. Are you fucking kidding me with this shit again?" I don't think she even noticed. My dad did though.
I once got into an argument with her where she devolved into unintelligible shrieks, I look back on it fondly.
I envy you. My nemesis didn't lose her temper. She liked to get her revenge cold. She'd wait and then display her fangs with "You said..." And I'd have to be the one not to lose my temper.
She once had a job review where her boss told her she was an overly emotional control freak as anytime she got comfortable at a job she'd start acting like she owned the place and would get in petty power struggles with other employees.
My nemesis was an "artist" so - for example - she'd make a two foot high metal elephant-shape sculpture by welding mostly rectangular pieces of metal and painting it a sold bright color. She called it lawn art but I called it crap. Somehow she sold stuff fairly frequently at local galleries.
I don't understand people. I really don't.
To force the hand of someone like this and reduce them to a banshee is always viscerally satisfying and entertaining
Ha, reminds me of growing up my mom would always refer to her brother as "my mother's son."
Hey that's what we do with my late grandad's second wife! Good times :yea:
I was going to say "I wish her ill," but that's way too much effort on my part.
Outside of porn shoots who the hell calls their step mom "mom"?
I'll edit my post. I should have written stepmom.