sophomore photo day... JEALOUS? :)
We are creatures of the spring, Kate and I....
For me the big kicker is that it was scented, regardless of the scent in question. But watermelon is especially bra-stuffin', gum-chewin', butterfly-clip-wearin', isn't it?
It absolutely does. When you click "request uber" it says "hey surge pricing is in effect, it's __ much. Do you accept surge pricing?" and you have to click yes to request it.
But drunk people don't read it so this happens...
I feel your pain and struggle! I wonder how you have the energy to keep going. 'Americans' forcing your country to want to import Friends and Seinfeld re-runs. Hang in there!
This is definitely the snowy level where I didn't understand what was going on.
Most 2nd graders are overly excited; that's just how they roll.
(I'm gay)
My best "holy shit did that just happen" restaurant story happened on New Year's Eve about ten years ago at a small bar in Blowing Rock, NC. A family had come in for a late dinner, but around 9:30 (after they'd finished their meal), a waiter came by their table and politely told them that, because it was New Year's…
Here's my oddest insanity at a resturant.
I like my coffee like I like my men. I don't drink coffee. —- Ellen Degeneres
As a pregnant woman, all I can say is god bless that man for his valiant effort. We want what we want when we want it, and if you get in between us and our food, we will cut you.
20 years ago, in the UK, stopped at Happy Eater on the M40, near Bicester. For those that don't know, Happy Eater (now it's Little Chef) is something of a misnomer— nobody is happy eating there. It's the only thing around. Doomed Eater doesn't really work though.
It stands a really good chance. He important, save bread, and sells monogrammed coffee thermoses. REAL russian coffee, not your weak, north american slop.
My favorite zippy comeback line is one I got from my boss. She was working the till, and chatting with an old lady who comes in to buy vegetables sometimes. Boss says something innocuous, like, "Oh, do you enjoy cooking?" And the old lady says, "Sweetie, when we got married I told my husband to pick one room for me to…
Another Williams-Sonoma story:
I was expecting that second story to end with a wacky twist about what they really wanted and were mistakenly calling eggshells. But nope - it was eggshells all along.
it should be required in every article from now until the end of time.
If Jill Duggar isn't using local, small batch, artisanal Word Of God to manage her childbirth pain, I have to question just how much she actually cares about her baby.