patandrickdriveredfords
PatandrickdriveRedfords
patandrickdriveredfords

oh yeah, I have a few friends with PhDs... I can think of one who gets seriously offended if he’s not referred to as Dr. in being formally addressed. The others are pretty indifferent to it, but that’s a decision for those with PhDs to individually ask of others. I think it’s pretty clear that tweet was working a

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it’s okay. You can be honest. No one’s here to judge you.

I’m leary of people who don’t know what they’re talking about in general

how many times per day do you type “#ADULTING” - be honest

yes, I’m aware it’s not a trilogy.

I’d say most of the time just one really good beer with some good people does the trick haha

I’m King of my planet... It’s really just my house and I love ordering delivery, but nonetheless - KING!

Christ can you imagine having everyone call you Princess when you were actually Dr Organa

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and that’s the thing... it’s not even about progressive or anything like that. There were 3-4 people having a good back-and-forth that was very informative both ways... and it was solely about business. That person then coming in with that junk just killed the entire conversation - all because they’re a simpleton who

Yeah, that sounds about right for you. Go back to driving people toward Trump. You’re totally helping.

What Moshe is doing one of the telltale signs of ignorance and a Trump loyalist by the way - mistaking what should be (according to his beliefs) as what actually is (the law).

I think of writing a screenplay as creating the body of a human being and you’ve got to start with the skeleton, start with the bones, and you create the bones.

Perhaps the white supremacist sympathizer is coming out,

don’t care

meh. I’m not. Nice coded homophobia though

that’s great. I never asked you to rattle off gay bars. Why are you trying to hard to convince everyone you know a gay person somewhere?

took you that long to Google “Castro District” huh?

I went to the Museum. Cradling Snooty’s head, I whispered, in the voice I’d use with a baby, “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you! How have you been?” We sat together and I petted and fussed over him while he gummed and nuzzled me, and in time I was me again...