"Sir, I have the ghost of Kurt Cobain on line 3, and he sounds…well, not pissed exactly, but kind of passive-aggressive and surly."
"Sir, I have the ghost of Kurt Cobain on line 3, and he sounds…well, not pissed exactly, but kind of passive-aggressive and surly."
Yeah, I don't get his vendetta against the Butthole Surfers either.
Yes, it is a fact that he is alleged to have offered someone a laced joint.
You're assuming the observer is on Earth, right?
Brighton Beach / Coney Island / Flatbush?
You can still see them with a bit of effort. Right-click on the downvote button and hit "Inspect Element."
pornsites are usually pretty bad with science news roundups
So what about Arsenio's background do you find distasteful?
I only skied during the four years I worked at a mountain, so it cost me nothing. Went from falling at the bottom of the lift ramps to comfort on single black diamonds and slower glades. I loved it intensely, but now that I live 360 miles away in New York, I can't imagine spending the money it would take to get back…
I'll be back in the motherland for Memorial Day weekend, but the other corner of the state. I hope you're still loving it!
Also to be fair, as one of the Cranky Old People on this board, I've always assumed you're our queen.
Yeah, yeah, rub it in.
It's chai, which means "life."
I can switch-hit at the over-30 adult rec league softball level, but trying to throw a ball left-handed makes me feel like I'm suffering from some weird neurological disorder.
#1 on the list above is the most important. Once you can get her to throw across the body, the improvement will be dramatic enough to encourage further improvement.
When I worked at a ski mountain and my wife wanted to learn how to ski, I said "Great! I'll hook you up with my buddy [REDACTED], he's an excellent instructor." I can't imagine the frustration of trying to teach a loved one to ski.
Wow, we sure are expanding the class of crimes where "accusation = proof of guilt."
"Today we interview The Rururr Jururr, who will explain why he hates "Happy Birthday to You" by Patty & Mildred Hill."
"What? Women are things!"
Not even "Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely?"