Ugh, you’re annoying and people only laugh at your jokes to be polite. I fully expect that is true IRL too.
Ugh, you’re annoying and people only laugh at your jokes to be polite. I fully expect that is true IRL too.
tuck. for sure.
“I got my teeth rattled last night...”
I’d agree with you if it were short for Giraffic Interchange Format. But since Graphic has a g as in gift, so does GIF. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I agree with otherfancystuff, marry him. But not because he didn’t rape you; that’s a no-brainer (pun intended,) but because he gave you ice cream and beer even after you turned him down. Is he available for seminars? A few of my friends would all like to send our husbands...
Aberdeen? Yakima? Puyallup?
Seattle’s summer tourist season is especially awful because it’s mostly cruise ship passenger on their way to Alaska so we’re just the side-ho. The worst is a seemingly endless rash of teenage girls who stop in the middle of 1st Avenue traffic to take a selfie in front of the Starbucks on First and Pike not realizing…
I’m giving you likes because you’re the first person I’ve seen openly admit that fact. We all do it from time to time, but everyone lies about it. Go you.
Just like you, either of these people can choose to leave the job they find so distasteful because of the other person. They’d also have to leave the $10m a year. Were you making $10,000,000 a year at your job? If you’d had been, I bet the abuse would have been tolerable!
Are you kidding? These actors get paid a half a million dollars a week. I really don’t care what the issue is, if it wasn’t severe enough for actual prosecution, suck it up, shut your goddamn mouth and do your job— in the same room like normal people.
I mean, if all goes according to plan he’ll get like 80 birthdays and you should probably hope this is the last wedding you’ll ever have, so I still say it’s fair. Don’t feel like an asshole, he was going to get birthday drunk anyway, and this way you paid for it!
My bff’s mom tried to wear white to her wedding. Through the whole 15 month planning process, I wish I’d tried to keep count of the number of times my friend had to tell her mom, “Mom, you are not the one getting married on the seventh, you know that right?”
Apparently your aunt’s MIL is Sophia Petrillo.
I like your moxie!
get a life. she did!
Marry me tomorrow.
Is that really your litmus test? Can/cannot drive lambo.
And da Bulls of course.
I bought my last car for $250 under sticker (a Scion,) via text-message. It was so easy, and so cheap that I didn’t care much about the price.