Serious Question for Drivers and Customers

I always dress casual - jeans or shorts, t-shirt, and a baseball/trucker hat (sometimes backwards) - and though I’ve never had any complaints, I’m contemplating dressing more business casual to see if it boosts my rating and maybe tips. Does it really matter that much? Anybody have any experiences or suggestions?

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u/WeroWasabi — 7 days ago
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Vaginal Discharge: "Froth" [full CD, 1998, Reality Impaired Recordings]

Anybody else get drunk and laugh your ass off to this shit back in the day?

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u/WeroWasabi — 3 months ago

Short Story Idea That’s Totally Not About Me

All criticisms and feedback welcome.

A guy who kisses his dog on the tip of its nose all sweet and shit. He tells her how much he loves her and that she is, for a fact, and this is a very well known fact among all who know and matter, that she, Isa-Baby-Bella-Boo, is the goodest girl ever even though she smells like blue cheese. And then, shortly after, he watches Belly put her nose directly on her sphincter to smell her own fart. And then Missy Izzy starts eating her ass all wet and sloppy like, making snorty pig-dog noises. Homie watches, frozen in fear - frozen in a primal fear that cuts to the bone, his thoughts freeze as everything stops. Everything but Smelly Belly and the realization. Both churning slowly with unstoppable force. Cheeeeeeeeeeese is poking & prodding her chocolate starfish with the tip of her nose - milking the glands of their malodorous elixir - lapping it up with enthusiasm. Her beard is soaking wet. It was in this singular moment the universe unfroze and unfurled. Rapidly. It was at this moment he could see himself in the third person, that wasn’t Bella, that was him, kissing Isa-Baby-Bella-Le-Boo from Baton Rouge’s asshole. Puckering right-the-fuck-up like some kind of dipshit, “smooches for the pooches.” Homie and reality quickly diverged. Reality would testify that a man who loves his dog gave her a kiss on the nose and told her she’s a good girl. And homie would normally agree. But not at this moment. It was at this moment his stomach began to churn along with Belly and the realization. At this moment all he could see was his face on Belly’s body. Anal glad juice all in his beard and goatee. It was at this moment he could see his future. It was at this moment he could see his death from the brain eating parasites he was sure he just contracted. It was at this moment he realized he fucked up. Homie gets dizzy and pukes.

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u/WeroWasabi — 5 months ago