We’ve all see her naked, so many, many, many, many times.
We’ve all see her naked, so many, many, many, many times.
Damn, that sounds exactly like a waiter trying to push a meal that had already been ordered and prepared but not eaten. Cold is really specific (and makes a big difference, especially for a greasy mass of carbs and cheese), so you should never be shy about complaining that something is cold.
My wife is the exact opposite. No matter what restaurant we go to, she will order a Caesar salad with chicken. I will order the restaurant’s speciality and she will eat about half of her salad then pick off samples of my meal and regret not ordering it.
It doesn’t sound like anything is missing the mark, it just sounds like your wife is picky if it happens “many times”. Don’t try and put that on the chef, that’s entirely on her.
Well when I came out and started transitioning back in college a decade (oh god) ago, “safe space” had a very specific meaning. Like, my school’s LGBT Center was a safe space, and all it meant was that there was a place other than my dorm room where I could go without having to worry about getting stared at or called…
I’m a dedicated liberal. “Safe spaces” are a joke. One can choose what and what not to listen to and/or believe. Adults, in particular (and that’s what college kids are) should be able to process things that offend them. The world is rife with “micro-aggressions”; if one demands an echo chamber during this phase of…
I am the first to admit my 5 year old son can be annoying as fuck. He’s also 5 and probably doesn’t deserve to be insulted — and being called an annoying fuck is, in fact, an insult — by a grown man broadcasting to thousands of people.
Ummm ok? It’s still incredibly inappropriate for someone with no relationship to said child to call them a “pissant” on a regional radio station.
I’m sure as fuck not watching the documentary to find out but, the important question: WAS Brady’s daughter “being an annoying little pissant”?
People these days. All these snowflakes go right to their mommy blogs when I correct them on facebook by telling them, “Actually, your kid seems a little ‘cunty’.” Now I’m not welcome at Thanksgiving anymore. Did I make a big deal about it when their kid had an allergic reaction at my Super Bowl party? No. I told them…
Stupid rape victims not following procedure!
As noted in several linked posts above and in ESPN’s reporting, numerous assaults were reported to police, only for charges not to be brought or to later be dropped. The Appling-Payne case, despite police requesting charges be brought, was dropped by a prosecutor who subsequently was hired to, yes, work in Michigan…
The worst part about this is that there are probably so many more of these type of huge scandals related to sexual harassment that are just waiting to come out. It’s sickening.
Money. I’m not trying to be glib or anything, but it all boils down to money. It’s almost inspiring in its simplicity.
Having the NCAA investigate MSU is like having the Committee of Public Safety investigate reports of beheadings in Paris.
This has now crossed from “what the actual fuck” territory into “Jesus shitting Christ on a Triscuit WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK OVER” territory.
Let’s be careful with that whole “the drunk you is the real you” thing. While I will fully admit if a person tends to be the same way every time they get drunk, it’s probably a pretty good indicator. I don’t think that you can judge a person as their “true self” because of how they acted once while getting drunk at an…
Ah yes, the inevitable Kotaku comment projecting their own insecurities onto a stranger because that person dared to say that they think they are attractive. Same as on every other Dr. Nerdlove post.
Possibly the friends hate him because his crippling insecurities cause him to peacock obnoxiously.
I was once a professional athlete, pretty much still have that body, and all my hair. I’m no model, but, well, actually, when I was in grad school at NYU, I was asked to do some modeling. This is just to say that it doesn’t appear that I’m hideously ugly or anything.