Hey! Atvfaiking is hard work and I won’t hear of you disparaging the profession.
Nothing can stop the Earl of Grey
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I actually knew a Stopher.
Which now that I look at it all spelled out like that? That ain’t cool .
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We haven’t heard reports about anyone burned to death by this particular style of drone, but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened yet.
After the first time I saw a dealer badge for Bob Weaver Chevrolet, that’s become my standard term for noticably drunken drivers.
Ok, what is the second one you linked to? Even using Google Translate, I don’t understand what it is.
What about non-trolls who are in the greys and have been for their entire multi-year Kinja posting history, despite on-topic contributions to discussion, good etiquette, and witty rejoinders? Can anything be done about THEM?
We all know that Trump is the embodiment of what middle-America thinks they’d do if they somehow landed a billion dollars: put their names on everything, gold toilet seats etc.
If I somehow fell into a B, I’d hire a skywriter to write “STOP MAKING GODDAMN REMAKES” in the skies above Los Angeles every single day of the…
How the fuck did YOU get out of the greys?
I been in the greys my whole life and I would never make a comment like that. Eat SHIT.
I hope we’ve reached peak Funko Pop. These things take up like 1/5th of my favorite comics shop!
Remember the wooden-block game Jenga, which made a comeback at grown-up “board game parties“ in the early 2000s?
Not a wampa.
Those don’t look like scantily-clad young women to me.
“Be careful not to choke on your own aspirations”. It’s a double-dad joke.
Back to waitressing for her.
I’ve had to do this before. Those stupid little tags of cloth that you’re supposed to tuck the tail into are held there by a couple little stitches that are excessively prone to rupture. I hate Trump, but can’t rag him for this one bit.
“Kadisha”?
My wife and I agree on most things and talk about politics pretty regularly, but every once in a while she’ll toss off something like a “well, you just can’t trust the F.D.A.!” that throws me for a loop.
10 was when we let ours roam unsupervised. Younger than that, as Cruz’s kids are, and we walked with them. I’m pretty sure that as a kid in the 80s I didn’t get to roam alone until 9 or 10 either.