But I actually agree with you?

I don't know any of the back story, but without context that looks to be one of the most insincere statements I have ever seen.

Yea, some places are way better than others, but when it's bad......WOW. My French is fine (and my boyfriend's a native) so we don't have any problems with the language it's just....well. Overall, customer service is not a strength of the French.

Imagine what it's like in Paris! The world capital of non surly, efficient customer service! :D

PS, whereabouts in China? We didn't see any anywhere!

I could reel off the food and drink I wanted in japanese, but nothing else. If they asked me any questions that wasn't directly related to food I like, or polite expressions, I would have had my confused foreigner face on.

How can this guy proclaim to be holy and yet have such a fucking filthy mind? Not even the most sex addled heathens that I know would make the link between girl scout cookies and lesbians.

Loving this!

I want to like this, but feel that it would be inappropriate.

I just find her completely over the top. From a personal perspective I also think it's seriously uncool to glamourise drug use, but apparently that makes me old fashioned.

Meh, I read it more as like,

NO NO NO!!!!

Sorry I don't understand

It's a serious offence to call in a hoax bomb threat. Even a stupid hoax sets off a MAJOR chain of events, and it also increases complacency for when there is an actual threat. Look at what happened when the IRA were constantly calling bomb threats into London - people just stopped evacuating/avoiding places.

They have places a bit like this in Japan. THEY ARE THE FUCKING BEST.

I think that is an excellent pie analogy.

I think this is a bit more complicated. Like, the writer admits that humans are objectively, attracted to things they find beautiful. But then seems to say "I know this, but why should we need to adhere to aesthetic standards of beauty to be considered beautiful". It just doesn't make any sense. Of COURSE men want to…

I will admit to feeling a slither of smugness when friends start complaining that their boobs are beginning to slow down and take it easy. As a teenager most of my friends gloated about their massive D or F cups, and sauntered around on the beach/in the pool/in bars with their bikini's/tops barely containing their…

Wait....I totally thought that Kayne and Kim were already married.