That's a BAMF move.
That's a BAMF move.
No, it's just the going rate up there. Everyone is paid stupid money and everything costs a mint.
It's still a boom town, and there are still no ladies. Wise words.
We have ultras in Canada, but I'm not sure if they sell a box of them alone, I think it might just be in combo packs. (Which is all I buy anyway.)
I used to do that with the Bath and Body Works products in American hotels until they opened one in Canada. Woohoo full size coconut-lime shampoo!
Hahaha, Jesus, people are weird.
I feel like "Things White People Like" would be a good guide for this new movement.
I love "I" names, so Imogen is awesome to me. It's a little old world but not crazycakes.
I used to tell my junior high chums if I had a baby boy someday I would call him Dirtface. Tell your mom I said hi.
My parents let my brothers flip a coin for my middle name in the 80s, so I narrowly escaped life as Jill Sacha.
What? That doesn't make any sense. You could rename any major organization's conference as "bunch of white guys in a room". What difference does it make if women have their own conferences now? Do you think there are no free feminist meetings anymore? Because that's not true. Is it wrong now that we take part in…
If I had to guess, probably because they got a mouthful of weed. I would notice if my burger patty seemed to include dried plant matter.
Exactly. You really have to imagine the frustration and anger and stonewalling these women must have felt to think this was the only way they could be heard. It's not great, but it's a natural outcome to being silenced - people find other ways to speak.
It's very big of you to overcome disliking her public image now that someone she loved has died. Your medal is in the mail.
Maybe used to clear red eyes after smoking pot? I dunno, this is a guess, I'm a nerdface square. I had to read this three times.
So in this chick's WILDEST wish-fulfillment fantasies, she marries her brother. Ew. Aim higher, girlfriend.
Me too, but in my case it's a selling point. Can you imagine getting to call your daughter like "STEEEEELLLLLLAAAAAAA"? The teenage embarrassment factor alone is worth it.
Come on Mark, you're not even trying.
My husband is an every day birthday wisher! I don't get it. The first thing I do with birthday notifications is decide if I care enough to even write one. (I am a gem, obviously.)
Panda Express is like the Edo Japan of Chinese foods, or one of those Chinese buffets in mall food courts. But it stands on its own like McDonald's. There's one in my town, but I find it freaky so I never go there.