Every single time I see a picture of this face, a quiet little voice inside me goes “ugh, shut the fuck up.”
Disney let a dying fan see an unedited version of The Force Awakens. I’m sure he and his family signed a mountain of paperwork saying they would talk about the movie with anyone, but what’s really stopping that fan from spoiling the plot? What if he was disappointed—would a lawsuit really stop him from telling…
Insubordinate... and churlish.
I think he played a way bigger role than he lets on. My inner Olivia Benson is telling me that Don and Jay may have committed the crime and framed Adnan for reasons.
It reads like my... I mean someone's KFC fanfic.
I would have thought Colonel Sanders would be a breast man.
All of this is literally the OPPOSITE of what Jesus did during his time on earth. Like, he’d be busting temple doors down and whipping ass for sure.
Shouldn’t it be “Mormon church does children a favor”?
SLC has a massive LGBTQ population that is very active in politics. I truly think SLC is a great city with lots of good people, but Utah is weird man.
How dare a server bring the customer what they ordered!
I agree that it should definitely be the responsibility of a server making less than $3 per hour to ensure that two adults don’t do anything ridiculously stupid after drinking too much at a restaurant.
I love the idea that he wasn’t supposed to call the police on people about to endanger those around them.
Yep, it’s called taxis, uber or friend. You just pulled Pinkham’s law. Congrats.
Let me start with this: I believe that, somehow, there is a logical explanation for what happened to me. This event, however, has puzzled me for years. I was 17 years old when my girlfriend and I snuck up to my dad’s lake house one winter (late February, so it was cold), which was about 45 minutes away from the…
Well, this is way too late to really be noticed by anyone but here’s one story of something that happened to me in my youth. I’m copy/pasting these exactly as I wrote about it on reddit around the same time last year. But I do have a second story that is right up there with this one on “nope nope nope” level of freaky…
I’ve always hated nature. I think it comes from growing up in the city, where even the quietest night was full of life and noise—car alarms, ambulance sirens, big trucks rattling the windows, motorcycles revving, and the thousand creaks, cracks, hums, hisses and moans of a large apartment building. No matter how hard…