Never understood the r**e and pillage thing my kind keeps doing. Gives me a bad rep among the newly-widowed village woman I encounter who think we're all the same.
Never understood the r**e and pillage thing my kind keeps doing. Gives me a bad rep among the newly-widowed village woman I encounter who think we're all the same.
As a savage with a killing problem, I'd kill for almost any reason.
Relevant to my interests. Lost my Cinema Display in a breakup and only have a normal Dell now.
Stands With a Fist
I can relate. I had mostly blonde, married/involved cube-neighbors in my old life and their man friends were always pretty legit and might even have a jeep or a deluxe grill/smoker/outdoor kitchen. They always want you to be friends with their husbands as they have fully vetted and observed you at work, which means…
Go for the country bumpkin cowgirls. Sometimes falling short of your dreams lands you somewhere acceptable. Like boobs.
The All Blecks supporters had a bit of a crisis when AIG bought the first ever jersey sponsorship for the famous rugby side. For them, it was as much the "sellout" as it was that it was to a Murrican firm.
Counterpoint: you get mercilessly cockblocked by Aussies and Pommies at social events. hashtag accentsbeatabs hashtag notbitteratall
I am an aging team sports guy who now *tries* to run to replace exercise formerly gotten at practice and I simply can't run at a track. Maybe it's pride keeping me from stopping while in public view, or the varying view keeping me from sheer boredom, or more abstract notion of 5 miles on the road versus on the track,…
I'm just saying...I know I look like a fucktard when i'm skipping at the intersections, but my battle-scarred legs don't like stopping once in motion. Hence, I do a gay little skip instead of jogging in place. Embrace the fact that everyone thinks I look stoopid by forcing the issue.
Truefax. I am back in school after many years and I hear guys say oh she has a bush or her tits are too small so I didn't go through with it. Doubtful. I'm sitting there trying to think of any time (other than once in Vegas) where I've ever bailed on grown-up time AFTER the girl is nekkid.
Circle Game > Schmo (or whatever its called where you get someone to turn his head and poke himself with your finger) > Punchbuggy > Sack Tapping
ABay is a lovely place, no? Only ruined if super packed with Trustafarians in ironic onesies.
Plus you get to wear sporty, sleeveless jumpers in Aussie
I shoulda sold JT Snow's rookie card when it peaked at $8.35 in Beckett.
I'm imagining a slightly more serious and less perfect Bolivia Special from Top Gear. Better cars, less entertaining people, more extreme peril and terrain. Who will take my money and make this?
Siberia looked amazing. Not endless, hateful mud like Amazon. Here goes my afternoon.
Very, very close to sweet excellence. +.5
I couldn't think of a more descriptive term to use on Jez for the clientele of the Pony or my friends. ATL lifers, frequently spotted at Red Door, 5P, Stout, occasionally at whatever the fuck they put in next to Red Door that has decent drunk food. Way too old for Hole in the Wall, Moondogs, etc. Banned at…
She's from bumfuck New Zealand. I'm pretty sure at age 15 she didn't have a great grasp on race relations in the US. And as far as calling out the totems of conspicuous consumption as ridiculous, if the shoe fits....