IsMaithLiomTae
IsMaithLiomTae
IsMaithLiomTae

I’m Irish and unemployed and working-class and I LOVE Primark. I probably wouldn’t own much clothes if not for them. Though FYI, it’s called Penneys here. Primark is the UK/European name.

As a struggling single mother myself, I feel your pain, single fathers.

Yup. With the combination of no parental benefits and treating basic healthcare as if it’s some sort of luxury item, it boggles my mind that people still pretend the United States is a developed nation. A large segment of your population lack basic necessities for life. Some people are rich in every country. I think

Yep.

Gregory Peck out to dinner with a friend was told there would be a wait. Friend says “shouldn’t you tell them who you are?” Peck says something like “if they don’t know, what good does it do to tell them” and waits like a sensible human being.

Let’s be fair here. I studied archaeology in school and have worked on several digs, so I am coming from a place of some knowledge. And I’m afraid that I have to agree that having an all-female team *had* to have been a publicity stunt of some sort, and does in fact lead to some questions about the validity of their

My friend did some work experience at Belfast Airport. She didn’t WANT to work at the airport, but her previously set up job had fallen through and she needed to do something for two weeks. So... Anyhow, during her last week there she comes across a large, older man yelling at the desk clerk because he missed his

Totally unrelated to this, but I wanted to share the amusement:

Or, to quote Fr. Jim Martin (formerly The Colbert’s Report go-to God guide):

First of all, this woman doesn’t understand her own damn religion, because by their own standards, the Pope is going straight to hell for being and idolater, so.

Not as horrifying as these, but....

Its okay for men (in general) to fart, make fart jokes and generally enjoy body humor because its manly. Maybe it references a healthy body? Seriously, think about your fathers, brothers, boyfriends, husbands, sons. In my experience, most of them LOVE farts/fart jokes. Growing up, my younger brothers played (and still

“On second thought, let’s not go to Camelot. ‘Tis a silly place.”

So a week after I started this job, a guy who no longer worked at the publication I worked for died in a car accident. I never met him, and he was a copy editor so it wasn’t like I was familiar in any way with him through what he wrote.
But nevertheless, the EOC said everyone needed to go. So I went. And somehow the

As a Supernatural fan I like to think of it happening this way.

Gotta love Gabriel. He just appears and you’re knocked up.

I’ve seen a lot of stories about customers that expect you to know what book they want when they themselves don’t know.

I have done all kinds of service jobs—I have fed people, cleaned up their houses, washed their dishes, emptied their bed pans, cooked their food, poured their beers, taught their kids (and them) and got their juices flowing, but I think the most instructive experience for me was watching my grandmother in the final

I disagree. I think this bride _should_ confront her friend about the lack of gift, so that the bridesmaid has the opportunity to shit in a box and mail it to her, but that's just me.

everyone should take turns taking it home over the weekend to take care of it.