I like the cut of your jib.
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It’s catchy, but it’s missing the point of the song: a quiet reflection on people-watching.
Commenters disagreed: One wrote asking why the Kleins were so upset about GoFundMe canceling their fundraiser when the site was doing the same thing the Kleins had done, refusing the use of their product for something they didn’t agree with.
As others have said, you’re spot on. 10-12% tip to wait staff, unless they’ve been rubbish, in which case you should feel quite free to give considerably less or none at all.
“I tested how fast I could spin on one of the store’s special listening chairs, even though I am allegedly an adult.”
“Did Obama just admit that an Islamic Callisee is heading towards the West? Tune in to FOX tonight to find out!”
Well, only if you have a grasp of history.
“They give you autism, but autism’s all right, man.”
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I prefer Shoes.
I’ve always found that the required sights also don’t take very long. I was in Paris for like 5 days and managed to see pretty much all the big tourist draws (didn’t go in the Louvre though, which I will definitely correct at some point) and I still had lots of time left over for sitting in parks reading and having…
Who are these forgetful ppl? Most of my To pals go on about it endlessly. Is one of yhe best places in the city. This and bloody cottages was all I heard about for my 2 years of residency.
I just wanted to participate in/witness actual discourse. Not jokes about the Kardashians or dudes who clearly hadn’t watched the interview. Discourse reflecting the fact that an icon of masculinity - an Olympian AND a decathlete - is a transperson. And that this individual is navigating a liminal space in transition,…
We lived in Toronto for awhile and visited Toronto Island after being there several months. I had been to the amusement park growing up, but I remember going to the non-city side beach and being blown away at how quiet/peaceful it was given how close we were to downtown. It was honestly one of the nicest parts of…
I went to my first concert when I was nine years old. Huey Lewis and the News, playing the Hult Center in Eugene, Oregon. Huey walked out on the stage at the beginning and said “We’re here to talk about Sports” and nerf balls rained down from the ceiling. During “Heart of Rock and Roll,” where he’d usually shout…
literally my first thought. I would be murdered almost instantly.
Christ, no. That’s the last thing I want. I hate myself.
Dang, nothing this time. I love those swex but I got some long legs (34” inseam). Help a sister out, Jane?
Well this is helpful. I think I’ve got it!!!!! Somewhere in America they use the word “dip” in the same way everyone I know uses the word “scoop”. The act of sticking an ice cream scoop in the ice cream and pulling it out is for some bizarre reason called a dip. whew.... you have know idea how much this was screwing…
The waiter tells her, “I thought you were his mom! I mean, your dude looks super young. And let’s face it, women just don’t age as well as men, am I right, bro?”