I still can’t believe that this isn’t a joke.
I still can’t believe that this isn’t a joke.
I finally dragged myself to Netflix to watch Schitt’s Creek and even though the first 2-3 episodes of Season 1 are suuuuuper dumb, it quickly burrowed its way into my heart forever and omg you guys watch it watch it watch it
cognizant of their surroundings and not stand in the MIDDLE OF THE SIDEWALK getting in the way
I believe it too. I served on a jury for a murder trial, and the prosecution spun some outrageous story to demonstrate (a possible) motive and pull at people’s emotions.
I’m currently enjoying Last Podcast on the Left, which is extremely bro-y but also incredibly in-depth and funny. One guy does the deep research dive and develops a script, one guy is a comedian (and also a bit of a conspiracy theorist) that goes off-script and cracks jokes and does voice impersonations, and one guy…
Ugh I hate that I’m defending Bernie here (I honestly think that it’s time for him to step back and use his popularity to support another progressive candidate instead of basking in the Bernie-is-our-Savior crowd that tend to pack up their toys and refuse to vote if he isn’t the nominee, looking at you, fellow…
Yesssss I came here for this.
There are people here who are literally still taught that and still believe it. It’s wild.
My parents did this. It was never even a possibility that occurred to my sister or me when we were kids, because our parents never made it a possibility. They’d tuck us in a second time or etc. if we got scared, but always in our own beds. I remember being colossally confused when a friend of mine said that she’d…
The only way I cook white meat on the grill is to cook a whole chicken. Preferably with a half-full beer can up inside the cavity.
Right. I luckily had a good doctor who listened to me when I described the mood swings and near-constant spotting that happened with my first HBCP. We tried something different, and it’s been working perfectly for the last 13 years.
This mindset is staggeringly common. I posted a video of someone reading a poem at a Black Lives Matter rally and an acquaintance of mine decided it was the perfect platform for her screed about how blacks don’t have it so bad and shouldn’t be complaining, because after all, “we let one of them be president”...
Aaand now I’ve gone down the JB rabbit hole of my childhood. My favorite: “Fruitcakes”, the the delightful celebration of weirdos everywhere (and inside all of us), complete with an anti-uptight-religious-folks screed:
Fun aside: Jimmy Buffett did a pretty okay cover of “Uncle John’s Band” on his Fruitcakes album.
Yeah my ravingly liberal Parrothead hippie family is making it very tempting for me to #NOTALL this one...
Yes!! Buffett himself has always been a (very quiet) leftie, anti-war, pro-weed, pro-environment, quite the hippie.
Aren’t you sick of knowing all these people and not getting paid?
Aw, I have a soft spot for Catalina. Especially for Reuben sandwiches.
Honestly this is the only way I’d get married again
To add: basically nothing is regulated. At all. You can call anything anything. You can call these 10 cartidges “batch 245" when they’re filled with literal swamp water from 10 different swamps and nobody will check to make sure that they’re actually from the same batch, nobody checks that you used sterile techniques,…