I tried to tell my SO your comment, thinking it was totally funny. He corrected my pronunciation (hey, with the YEARS of French I’ve taken, anything with two E’s on the end, I automatically pronounce a la francais, as in “manatay”. It’s just habit.
And in the meantime, going on such an adventure (to find said shark) would probably make you so happy and excited about life that you’d no longer wish to commit suicide. So win-win!
Me too just so happy that they’re not being torn apart by boat propellers they’re too dumb to get away from.
It’s Beyonce isn’t it.
I drive trains, and I can tell you that you NEVER get over this.
...and the poor conductor.
But somebody would have to find that too! A neighbor or family member, etc. And somebody has to clean that shit up. That’s so horrible. I always think why don’t they go down to the Everglades and do it down there. Once you’re gone an alligator will eat you so the alligator is happy and nobody has to suddenly come…
Polyamory doesn’t really cover unwanted sexual overtures.
Plenty, just with less shrapnel.
My name may or may not be Meghan. I feel like everyone in the comments are yelling at me. o__o
I think it began because all about that bass contains some lyrics that people take issue with, such as ‘skinny bitches’ and the whole decidedly not body positive aspect about liking her body because it’s what boys like... then that was compounded by ‘dear future husband’ which was really vapid and annoying from any…
Sounds like a star (was) board. What a couple of dinghies.
It was definitely tack-y
The schooner this blows over for them, the better.
Very, very true.
In case no one noticed, in his pile of sub-taco-bowl reading material is a picture of ex-wife Marla Trump in a bikini.
...Now you’ve got me trying to come up with a play on Skylark for the sequel...
Instead of blue, green, and grey she liked yellow, three-day-old banana brown, and mango orange?