someone grab his tongue, he’s having a stroke.

Pouring liqueur into wine is a whole page of cocktails in a lot of bars, I fail to see why this one is even open for ridicule. Am I the only one who likes to get naked wasted on kirs royales?

I’m taking a big chance here, but one of the departments I manage is complaints— and we got a letter the other day that literally had “Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, company*?” written up top like a headline. That wasn’t you was it? Taken any cruises recently?

Oh fuck me man. I’m officially old enough that “back in the day” is my day? There’s a big brown glass bottle of cola syrup in my refrigerator right now as I type this. It’s the only thing that settles my stomach, and I’ve given it to my dog before, too. All Huskies have sensitive stomachs and a sweet tooth. Works like…

Honestly, that’s what I was thinking. If someone spoke to me like that at work, they better have their resume polished and ret-ta-go.

A verbal altercation is one thing, but sending nasty emails afterward and muttering under your breath like a child? Nope.

holy goddamn. that’s a good butt. that’s a better butt than my husband’s butt. and he’s 26. and half black.

STOPIT NO ITS NOT.

no, no. This is the description for Kingdom of Heaven.

you really, really have to follow the link I posted below to his personal website. It answers this question better than I ever could:

you really, really have to follow the link I posted below to his personal website. It answers this question better than I ever could:

Did you actually read my comment before posting your own?

I, umm... I think it was a joke. Oh, and now you’re the joke.

I’m a cruise line executive (that’s my day job at least, I like to think I am a few other things, too.) But, this is a legitimate conversation for any company in my line of work that has a longview, in my opinion. Talking about space cruising is something that happens regularly in my world, especially now that Branson…

right?!

I really feel for you. I’d feel lost; my bio parents divorced at 5 but my dad and stepmom have been married ever since. I’m 30 now. It’s a long marriage, those are my “archives,” and that thought triggers what feels like the sensation of falling in me.

I’m not sure I agree totally, I kind of feel like really mediocre friends call and say “Let me know what I can do.”

oh my god. I literally have no words. my mouth is literally agape.

I’m divided on this. What she talks about doesn’t seem radically different than the adolescent thoughts any number of my peers had at that age. On the other hand, I grew up the child of prominent (not famous) people and it can be difficult. Code switching is tricky business and I think anger and indeed all emotion can…

“I’m that person who’s vile, childish and needlessly aggressive on the internet because I lack any real self-confidence and am unhappy in my life. I am a common bully. Agree with me or be subjected to more insults!”

how dare you be human! badmoo!