Hotter take: no obituary for a man would focus on how gee-golly great he is at cutting the grass and identify him as a father first.
A classic-
I’m hella here for this new wave of genderfucking young rappers in Nana’s hats and necklaces. 100% HERE FOR IT (this is the approp time to name-drop my best dude Lil B, right?)
When I was job hunting a bit less than a decade ago, the “common wisdom” among my fellow interviewee ladies was also that you shouldn’t wear an engagement (or wedding) ring—but back then the reasoning was not that potential employers would assume you were high maintenance. Rather, the rumored thinking was that an…
(sorry I know we’re not yassing anymore. But WHOOP)
People get really, REALLY annoyed when fans change allegiances, especially to a rival or something like that. And I get it, if you can turn it off, then you really weren’t a fan to begin with.
“Cunt” is the shaved truffles of swear words.
Cunt is almost a term of endearment to much of the U.K. and Australia. If it were removed from the lexicon, it’d severely impact their ability to communicate with each other.
I get the impression that Essex is like the Inland Empire, the south suburbs of Chicago, and the East Bay, tied together in a loose bundle and then dipped in a miasma of mud and pig shit.
“You’re a prison” is such a good comeback.
No snark, Hannah Storm handles these unfortunate and unenviable reports with aplomb, striking just the right balance of professionalism and humanism.
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