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To that I say ‘fuzzy wuzzy little chicks,’ but perhaps they are the exception that proves the rule.
One of my cats had only one meow but oh lord he used it when he was happy. Which he was all the time. owp! owp! Particularly when he was trotting along with a foam ball in his mouth. I can’t do it justice. What a little bundle of positivity he was.
You had a Kitler! People really can get mad. I think one Kitler site was swarmed with negativity and eventually shut down because they thought the owners were glorifying Hitler. That’s about as willful a misinterpretation as they come.
Oh. That’s a bit depressing. I’ve been posting on Jezebel and some of the subs for a while with nary a follow. Do we actively solicit follows? I’m no good at that. I don’t mind being grey as some of my comments get ungreyed but I didn’t realize there was a non-algorithm shortcut to ungreydom.
“reincarnate into”
My born-during-WWII mom would raise an eyebrow at any friend of mine or my siblings who didn’t address her as Mrs J____. Though she would graciously allow them to shorten it to Mrs J once they met her approval. They still do and we’re talking people in their 40s and 50s.
Yeah, the old dudes. I can imagine how frustrating that is.
I know. I was trying to make a joke. And just as I’d clicked Publish my inner voice of logic said nooooooooooooooooo
Seriously. She looks nowhere near 50.
What I’ve learned during my time working at a hospital is that doctor-nurse dynamics are ... not pretty. Or fair. Like, caste-style unfair. Hell, it’s so pervasive there’s a subject heading for it in at least one medical database. So while I do understand the Martyr Olympics issue (and: ugh) I do think might be a…
Aren’t they amazing? The first time I tried one on I said, out loud, to the salesperson, “holy fuck, how does this work?!” I was so impressed. Better living through engineering, man.
I just realized that (my opinion, here) most people who live in Toronto wouldn’t call it the University of Toronto, at least in casual conversation, they’d call it U of T. Or, if they’re like me, YoovTee. Seeing it spelled out makes me wonder where this person is from, though they might be a frosh from out of town.…
Especially because it’s orientation week and heaven forbid they ruffle any donor’s feathers by recognizing the situation outside of their rarefied world.
“Ground Zero-Carb vinaigrette.” BAHAHAHAHA!
OH FFS
My elementary school principal was in great need of a Shawinigan Handshake.
He’s like Smugosaurus, adding that little parting shot of Smug at the end, there.