Well, then, welcome, new Canadian overlord! I think we can be pals over some Time Horton’s.
Well, then, welcome, new Canadian overlord! I think we can be pals over some Time Horton’s.
Here’s hoping.
It’s not spineless that would make him say no. It’s the $600 Billion in trade that crosses the Canada/US border each year. We may hate him and want him to stay home, however we need the Orange Asshole to stay friendly with us. Right now he seems to have forgotten about softwood lumber and dairy. If he does remember…
Eh, Justin from Canada has got his number.
I, for one, welcome our new Canadian overlords.
We All Wake Up Tomorrow and Realize We Have Had a Very Collective Bad Dream From Which We Learn Important Lessons AND it’s November 8, 2017 Again.
Finally! I can dust off that mole joke I’ve been sitting on since 3rd grade!
I see. Still. Sounds good! What skillset do you offer our new underlords?
I like this world building.
No, stay! Here, let’s do a play on your screen name. Say nuclear fallout from a NK bomb that goes wildly off course (still plausible here, uh-oh) hits some moose out on the tundra and makes them Super Sentient and Judgey Moose. Naturally they wage war against us, with very few human holdouts remaining. Like, swamps?…
Well played, fellow slave to the mole people.
True, true. Plus they’re likely in the dark all the time, so I probably won’t need my glasses or contacts and my weird skill at recognizing people’s voices would finally be useful. Good one!
I don’t know, I mean, I’m generally a pretty curious cat. I wouldn’t mind being a slave to the mole people for a few years just to learn what they’re all about. If it sucks, there’s always suicide.
I vote for Mole People.
Guess Who? or The Who?
I love when he and his buddy are at dinner and watching all the pent up passions in the room, and basically toast to being old and no longer giving a fuck. “To not being young! Let us eat and booze ourselves unconscious!”
Amateur and intermediate musicians are the worst. I used to learn piano with a Julliard professor who was the kindest, most humble guy ever. I suck at music and any small victory (remembering a chord, playing a small scale) would make him so proud despite the fact that he plays for world-renowned orchestras. Unlike…
I go to a yoga ashram that is pretty awesome because it’s not a spa or rich people type place, but a lot of the guests have that in-your-face serene affectation.
It sounds like a serious Type A person heard about meditation and decided they were going to crush all those Type Bs at being the MOST calm and the MOST tranquil.