Works for me.
I remember when Squirt was a regional soda, and when I was waitressing (in a different region), a customer from out of town ordered a Vodka and Squirt. I replied, “A squirt of what?”
After reading the title, for a second there I thought this had to do with the cremains outside of Chili’s.
I got “sister”; in other words, a nun. WTF? My guess is that it was because I was wearing a solid-color boatneck top. It was hot pink, though.
Ugh, we have a group near me who does this on weekdays - on the main route you need to travel to get to the commuter train station. Did I also mention that there is a nice wide asphalt bike trail right parallel to that street?
There is a reason the term “Masshole” was coined.
Maybe people are just boycotting the idea of paying the equivalent of $50 an hour to ride a stationary bike.
I found out the hard way that one of the primary reasons people sell shoes on ThredUp or other resale sites is that they were uncomfortable to wear.
They were old nuns.