Weiiirrrrrd... and still not swaying me from the other celeb tequila that's surprisingly smooth which I prefer to drink neat. (Not gonna name it, because I don't want to seem like a brand whore, but goddamn, I kinda hate that I love it so much.)
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Dear god, my Brad Pitt obsession of 1994 would've been insufferable if the internet existed in its current form back then.
I was in middle school when Kurt Cobain died, and it didn't cause anywhere hear this level of disruption. AND HE WAS DEAD. Not "just quit the band", but gone, forever.
Mustard has been the go-to treatment for at least a few generations of my family when it comes to minor, unbroken-skin burns. But in a business environment? Get some medicated burn spray & bandages on it at the very goddamned least.
She and my mom would be best friends. (Which makes me sad, because I want my mom to enjoy her later years relaxing and enjoying this world, not spend them living in a constant state of fear & stockpiling for the coming Apocalypse.)
The most-ghetto HEB in Austin award still goes to the one at Manor & 183. I think I remember hearing about a stabbing or shootout over there (again) just a few weeks ago.
I'm an Austinite with friends in Chicago. I've made that road trip twice, and, hand to glob, the Oklahoma leg of it has to be the most dull, tedious stretch of the entire 20+ hour ordeal. I LOVE road trips, and even thinking of that stretch has me considering flying next time.
I'm a long-distance Cubs fan, and the only game I've managed to take in a Wrigley was a day game against the Cards a few years back. I fully expected to have to suffer some crap behavior, because my friends that live in Chicago have told many a story about fratty jerk Cubs fans near Wrigley. Well, the Cubs fans were…
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As a 34-year-old, I will join you in your usage of "sick", and I'll throw in a little Jenny O doing the same to boot.
I see that pic, and this is the first thing that comes to mind.
On the unwitting kinda-profanity front, one of my favorite movies when I was in kindergarten was "Stand By Me." (Hey, good movies are good movies.) I knew most "bad words" I wasn't allowed to say thanks to my mom washing my mouth out with soap, but this one somehow flew under her radar. So, there I was, an adorable 5…
My nephew's second birthday party was at one of these shitholes - it was an especially depressing one attached to a shopping mall in a college town (where you really have no other options for children's birthday parties besides McDonalds for over a hundred miles). When it came time to blow out his candles, the second…
I'm just sad that he still has to use an accent that's not his own natural (amazing) Scottish one. Once I saw some GoT behind-the-scenes stuff where he was speaking normally, oh mama. Hachi-machi!
As a Tex-Mex addict, you can take my queso when you remove it from my cold, dead, tortilla-chip-crusted hands...
Oh god, it's this kind of thing I'm dreading figuring out when I get married to the guy I'm with. I was raised Southern Baptist & my parents are still full-throttle Bible thumpers. My guy was raised by an Irish Catholic mom & Creole/French Catholic dad, Catholic school, whole 9 yards. They're not particularly…
On an unrelated note, it's so weird to know that you're Imgur-famous but still have a burner icon over here.
Every time I read/hear Dusty's name, I just remember the bizarre phrase "clogged bases."
When my parents moved us to College Station during the middle of my high school years, I knew things were going to be pretty dire when I saw a billboard on Highway 6 saying their lone mall had "Over 100 BIG CITY Stores!" (Meaning, stores in every other mall, ever.) I recall it being big news when Best Buy and Barnes &…
I'm still wearing bootcut, as my hands are not yet cold or dead. I just DGAF if people find it ugly, I'm comfy & feel like it still looks good on me.