All riiiiiiiiiiiiiight! *wiggle wiggle wiggle*
RobTrev
RobTrev
I don’t know what you’re talking about, those high waisted pants he wore were clearly a chilling sign of times to come. Repent now! The sartorial apocalypse is nigh!
Yeah, it’s an interesting idea but for a lot of people that way of turning on SOS will just not work.
Most of those shows aren’t even churned out by Netflix, they are foreign shows that Netflix buys the US streaming rights to and claims as one of their originals. Genius straight from the “Syfy Originals” line of business.
No, I get it and there’s certainly not one wrong way or the other. Truth be told, I haven’t watched Glow yet and the Netflix shows I do watch still just have the pop-up option button come up instead of anything automatic. And it’s a well-written piece for what it is. It’s just... a bit much? He’s the professor,…
Ugh, I feel like I just got trapped in a late night dorm room conversation with Neil Young about how if you’re going to listen to an album you shouldn’t shuffle or skip songs because that’s not what the artist intended, man.
“Building code under fire? You don’t say!”
Stealing that.
I’ve changed from “guys” to “folks” in the past few years. Makes me sound old-timey but feels more inclusive. I also once got called out for saying “panties in a bunch” in the office ages ago but no one’s complained about “briefs in a bunch” since.
It’s safe since The Pacific Age to ignore all instrumental/cut-and-paste songs. They are uniformly awful. I will be wary of anything similar in this one but was pleasantly surprised by English Electric so I’ll give it a shot.
JJ Watt will be in Congress within 12 years, possibly sooner. This is a surer bet than anything else about the Texans.
My guess is someone was trying to sneak a private joke in. Although we should all start using it immediately for... something.
In that picture he is one mustache away from looking like half of my brother’s 1982 fraternity pledge class. It’s uncanny.
Oh, god, yes. There is no quick goodbye in my family. Even on the phone my mom has to say “bye” half a dozen times. It’s like a game of chicken to see who hits the button first.
When we first moved to Pittsburgh we were surprised by the Regatta crowd. I was expecting far more sweaters tied around necks and far fewer drunken brawls. I guess branding is everything.
That one email reminded me of something: Stop calling the fucking owners of your team “Mr. Jeffernut” or whatever as some kind of bizarre form of respect. You’re not talking to the guy, the guy would never, ever talk to you in a billion years because you’re not at his level. How did you prove you’re not at his level?…
Alternative hot take: Don’t.