I think you mean Mountbatten down the hatches...
I think you mean Mountbatten down the hatches...
I’m not putting anything called Mayochup in my mouth.
Ketchonnaise on the other hand...
Her dad flat out telling him that hey, you may love her but THAT DOESN’T MEAN SHE OWES YOU and he gets all cute and quirky and does not listen at all?
That’s right! I forgot about the bike!
So great to see Kiernan Shipka getting some high profile work. She was so fantastic in Mad Men.
Not exactly related but: I hail from the middle of the USA and recently started working in customer service in NYC, and the difference is staggering. My whole training week I could not get over how rude my coworkers (and boss!) were allowed to be to customers; it was amazing. Back in the Midwest I had to essentially…
The best is still the first time he did the recurring bit with “Dan Cortes”.
My husband and I were just watching Tiny House Hunters and laughing hysterically while yelling at the TV “TRAILER! YOU WANT A TRAILER! If you pull all your tiny houses together in an area, like, say a park? What do you call it?!” Then my husband was all serious and goes “let’s be real here. These people would tell you…
Yep, this is me. And I could take them off, but if I did, I wouldn’t be able to see more than a few feet in front of me (seriously, I can’t make out faces at all at 4 feet without glasses).
Your response here is evidence in support of her original thesis that wypipo are fragile.
How in the Hell do you “carefully” not buy a ticket? Did she think Black Panther tickets are sentient and were waiting around the corner to beat her over the head while denouncing whitey and telling her to pick a different date?
...judge, judge, judge, judge, judge
Judges gonna judge.
IMPORTANT TO NOTE!!!:
You know what’s kind of amusing about this is how many of Trump’s voters probably get SNAP. They will NOT be happy about this kind of broad change that doesn’t just effect Brown People. He is forgetting who his base really is.
I worked in a grocery store through college (where I met Mr. Penguin). I remember the women on food stamps using every coupon, every rebate, every possible trick in the book to stretch their food dollar just so they could make it to the end of the month.
Its’s ok when you ask someone where they’re from. It’s not ok when you follow up with “no, but where are you from........”
That’s just me but if I had to decide between having my daughter go door-to- door and see God knows what at strangers houses or go in front of any legal business to sell her cookies, I’d pick the business.
AHA! Industrial high-five!
Um, hi! Is your username a Neubauten nod?