I always liked the saying “if you want to eat the meat, don’t ask the Rabbi if it’s kosher”. Applies to so many things. (Kind of the Jewish version of “better to ask forgiveness than get permission”)
I always liked the saying “if you want to eat the meat, don’t ask the Rabbi if it’s kosher”. Applies to so many things. (Kind of the Jewish version of “better to ask forgiveness than get permission”)
I am pretty sure that if their only problem was the fact that it beeped during class, they wouldn’t have handcuffed him. At my high school, we had a robotics/engineering program where kids made stuff like this all the time, and in the AP physics class students made pneumatic potato guns for a project (I graduated five…
1) It’s not a matter of perception. It is, in fact, a clock. Not a bomb. That’s not perception. That’s fact. They can perceive it to be a shark with a friggin’ laser, won’t make it so.
Uhhhh...it says “hilarious” and “fun” right on it. How bad could it be?
I've been looking for an alligator and party hat restaurant for AGES. Now I know where to find one!
Mr. DEB looked over as I was reading and said, “Who’s the serial killer?” with no idea of what this story was about.
When I first read this, I thought it said rabbits. I am now very disappointed that Jewish dietary law is not, in some way, dictated by a counsel of rabbits.
A friend of mine who keeps kosher noted that fish and dairy are okay (he likes tuna melts) but no other meat with dairy. Yes, that means no chicken with dairy. No, chickens aren’t mammals. Yes, it seems contradictory, but until the rabbis rule otherwise...
I was thinking the same thing. he’s a real keeper.
God bless Parker Posey
FIFY...
Then I suppose there is no refuge left for us white men in conversational bonding. The time of our people is over; we shall fade into the West.
My now three year old and the black and white cat are best friends. The gray tabby hates my daughter and has never not shown her contempt for the child.
It’s okay, he got help here...
Yeah, that one threw me as well.
I gave birth at home. My cats stayed the fuck away from me when I went into labor and they didn’t dare come upstairs when birth took place. Here they are hours after I gave birth. Keep in mind they are usually near me at all times:
Umm I’ll have you know that I gave birth in the beautiful Hudson River and my baby was blessed with not two, but THREE perfectly healthy feet.