Had to have been somewhere weird like Middlebury, right?
Had to have been somewhere weird like Middlebury, right?
“That asshole again? UGH!”
Well...I did on my lifted Cherokee.
Personally my ex liked having knee restraints, so you could use mechanical assistance. It’d be like the inverse pill dispenser.
Abortion trebuchets.
That’s why I miss Vermont. The gun range in Charlotte is run by the farmers around it, so to use it you literally go down to one of their houses to ask permission. There a Google map set up to point which ones you go to first. And after six pm they let the cows graze on the grass
I live in Manchester, and can back you up on this. Plenty of white trash people live in this city though...
As long as it’s something to use to procrastinate actually doing work, that’s fine by me.
Heh, I started Gilmore girls because of my ex, but Buffy was her favorite show, not sure I can do that yet. Orphan black is up next though...
I don’t have the coordination for that, I just usually stick to drinking.
I just finished Gilmore Girls and don’t have ANY plans for the weekend. My number one stress relief from the world’s worst fit employment situation is gone and I don’t know if I can work up the energy to start doing the job hunt grind...
http://c-monster.net/2009/02/16/nar… UGH FLORIDA NOOOOOO
Lexus-tecture.
My Western art and architecture professor like to call that “narchitecture.” Columns on columns, yo!
I saw a confederate flag on a truck literally parked next to a sign saying “1/4 mile to Canadian Border” when I was poking around up near Jay Peak. That Mason Dixon line moves, man.
As someone who played MGS:TS on GameCube, is it worth getting this game not knowing the backstory?
It’s insane. And scary as shit.
I must be the only person on the planet who was team Logan...up until that stupid fight between him and Jess.
THIS. I dated someone with Type 1 Diabetes, and the highs and lows (literally, blood glucose levels) and all the other shit that happen because of the auto-immune disease are a rollercoaster that doesn’t end.
But will it baby?