This needs to become a new wedding custom. “Now, I am ready to pronounce you Man and Wife... But first, you must prove yourselves! By facing the Giant Angry Drunk Relative in the ring of combat! Here are your ceremonial frying pans...”
Legally, probably yes. My understanding (based on articles about some “artist” who is exhibiting and selling giant blowup prints of other people’s IG posts sans permission/payment) is that publishing something on IG basically means “all bets are off.” Supposedly their language meant to facilitate use of the “Share”…
This is what happens when you don’t copy and paste that disclaimer on Facebook.
Ok, you win as i’m concerned. Also, please write a screenplay based on this event, because I really want to watch it. Especially the “drunk cousin passed out in sand dune” scene.
No because that would be my crazy Aunt who did the following:
The ingenious waitress’ name has been lost to history, but the Legend of The Waitress With The World’s Driest Sense Of Humor is still whispered to this very day.
The Reuben one reminded me of a story Terry Pratchett told. He said that one jet-lagged evening he accidently asked for Three Mile Island dressing for his salad. The waitress didn’t say a word, just brought him Thousand Island dressing and a bottle of hot sauce.
If Cheeseburgers are vegetarian food, then I can say with all certainty that I can be a vegetarian.
Grew up in NWI and we had that rule, too. If you didn’t write your name, the course, and the date correctly, you would risk detention. The problem is that each teacher preferred a different type of date (one might prefer September 27th and another would want 9/27) and the location of where these needed to be (top…
I feel like rescinding an honorary degree is the ultimate slap in the face. Like, this fake ass made up degree is too good for you. YOU HAVE BESMIRCHED THE HONOR OF THE DEGREE.
It’s good they’ve taken them back, but it also sounds weird for them to say they are so shocked when his victims have been speaking up for decades.
I give you the dog bun.
Yes, in particular wanted to support your argument that sometimes parents can be bad for their children, ESPECIALLY when those parents don’t want them (for myriad reasons, not all heartless, but possibly financial, emotional, time, priorities, etc. etc.).
I’m hoping we’ll see an impact this election. My parents are “economic conservatives” but have always been for gay marriage, abortion, and immigration. They were Dems until Clinton’s time because... I really have no idea why. Anyway it’s been a real issue for me and my siblings to come to terms with because even those…
“but to know that even she gets shit about her body is kind of awesome”
Two or so months before I was set to begin college, I thoroughly soaked my bed... twice. Nobody wants to be the freshman who pisses his pants every time he’s drunk, so naturally this concerned me quite a bit over the next few weeks.
My Wife and I bought a house in a beach-town in South Los Angeles just over 2 years ago. We basically wave to our neighbor when we park in the driveway at the same time and have zero communication with everyone else.
Years ago the dickheads above me would have Monday night video game parties that were loud and annoying as shit. The floors in that place were like a fucking paper sack, I could hear everything. Normal drill was I would walk up, ask them to STFU then they would quiet down for approximately fifteen minutes then crank…
I ordered a custom trophy for my little brother that said “World’s Gayest Baby” on it. He was 15 years old.