Agreed. Give everyone a hundred bucks and go home.
Agreed. Give everyone a hundred bucks and go home.
Meh, I say do it anyway. What are they gonna do? Deny what they said and then when you play it back to them say “I’m going to sue you, but don’t play that tape in court when you try to sue me for screwing up my job.”? I doubt it. You use the recording to prevent arguments about what was said in the first place.
I think she didn’t do it. I think she was repeatedly manipulated by the men around her and if she was complicit in anything, it was not being strong enough to stop what was happening to her, which considering what she went through in her life is pretty understandable. I was really interested in the whole multiple…
If you are deep enough into the relationship that you’re living together, he needs to realize that what he does effects you. He needs to explain where the money is coming from for a month long trip (seriously, my family has a bit of money and we would never do that) and how he plans to pack his belongings before he…
This would also drive me up the fucking wall, if someone was constantly in my space, messing with my stuff, talking when I don’t want to talk, etc. Extroverts have no idea how much other people need their alone time. It’s OK to get a lock on your bedroom door and/or set up your own private space somewhere, including…
Also, every time a medical professional walks in the room, set your phone to record the conversation. It’s probably not admissible in court or anything but you’ll feel better being able to remember what they said about future care needs, but you’ll also catch them in that shit if you get less than acceptable service.…
I loved Alias Grace, except at the end I was like “But did she do it or not???? Fuck!”
When you look up Disappointing Ones Mother in the dictionary, it’s basically just pictures of Lisa Bloom and Johnny Carson.
This one never fails to make me laugh:
I love how otters never just stick their faces in the bowl and eat, they actually use their hands like “well, we’re not fucking animals, for god’s sake.”
Not necessarily. The bins on top of the pallets are round or rounded off, and they’re sitting on top of a square pallet which means that the corners stick out. You think the entire thing is round and rarely do people expect a 5 inch thing sticking out the corner of a round bin. These particular ones say “watch your…
I know exactly what displays this guy tripped on, I’ve tripped on them myself. They’re horribly unsafe.
No offense, but if I was a victim of sexual harassment (or pretty much anything else), I would be much more likely to go on record with a 166 year old print newspaper journalist than I would a website journalist. Especially if it meant that fucking it up could mean the end of my career or libel lawsuits.
Oh, of course not because it was so hot when it first came out, you had to order it and wait for it to be delivered. Between the time people place their order and the actually got their cars was apparently when they decided to argue about bragging rights. I’m not saying it’s logical, I’m just sayin’ people are cray…
And everything’s a sex toy if you’re brave enough. :)
The dialog is SO BAD! But I do remember watching the special effects as the ship sank and being really impressed. Also, I did like that scene at the end where the old lady is sleeping and they scan over all the photos of her doing exciting things with her life. I enjoyed the idea that because she had that experience…
She could just wear her costume from her Like a Virgin video. I wonder if she still has it?
Breastfeeding on the red carpet would be a bit of a interest grabber! I’d love to see the buzz around it.
It doesn’t even have to be a super-rich neighborhood. A solidly middle class group of people my aunt and uncle lived among for a while got into repeated and heated arguments years ago about who was going to acquire the first PT Cruiser in the neighborhood. So yeah, I can believe coming to blows about unraked leaves.
And who is going to pick up all those little bit of latex and put them in a compost pile? In the middle of New York City?