Ask a silly question, get a serious answer.
Ask a silly question, get a serious answer.
"The guy that called and argued with me for five minutes that we were, in fact, a doctor's office and not a pizzeria.""
Because humans react better to something that looks human or like a cute animal.
It's my wife's favorite swear. Then again she's from Hackney.
The best mexican I've ever had in my life was served out of the back of a converted bus by mexicans who followed the migrant workers around the country. I have never, in my life, had a better tostada.
Nah, I believe it. My wife's a foot shorter than me and small-waisted Sir Mixs Alot. We're actually about the same waist size. I'm certainly not looking at those stats and going "daym gurl, you be fat", more like "damn, that's a hell of an hourglass figure."
This thing basically terrifies me. It already has plenty of potential to be weaponized.
Making my nose itch just looking.
Mid to late 90s. There's a few early meme images I see around still that I made in MS Paint (and eventually Photoshop) during highschool and college. A bunch of stuff from 2000 to 2004. I lost my previous email account (an EX deleted the contents and then the account), but I still have a lot.
I'll admit, I do find the body type/stats odd on paper, but that's worlds different from some of these comments. Jesus christ people...
Oh my god, I'm going down through the comments and seeing you respond to these same-ish ones over and over again and I'm losing my shit.
Adding another one to the pool...
I've said for years that when I own a house, I'm at least doing one room completely in polished concrete.
Having grown up in a rural area, I've felt the same. Plenty of secure locations, and no real chance of being fatally trapped.
This would be one of my choices as well.
That is some seriously cool architecture. Then again, I'm into brutalist architecture and concrete.
Enjoy your lunch:
Because it links to random blog, it's TRUE!
See, in univertity we had a joke that shampoo would disappear from our often-unlocked rooms because of gnomes, but when 20+ pairs of socks disappear I would at best assume that someone was stealing them to jack off.
The Gambia, I'm looking at you (I have personally chosen this tiny country as my personal target for calling out bullshit. One of these days I will start a Kickstarter for a military takeover; it will have a goal of $90,000).