....take the rains or take the reigns- FFS

my biggest pet peeve is people who say “peaks” when they mean “piques”. it should not bother me nearly as much as it should. and yet!!!

Can’t we have a reality show starring only entitled rich trust fund douchebag men and women who get placed in an island with a promise of a “Fyre Festival done well” type event that turns into a hellish Lord of the Flies scenario?

supposed to take off at 3:15, boarding was supposed to start 2:55

I’m from New England, and my cousin married into a Vermont syrup-making family. There is nothing better in this world than Vermont maple syrup of a grade not traditionally seen in stores because it’s the color of used motor oil and tastes like forest.

Now the maple syrup thing will make Canadians take off their earrings and get ready to fight. I went to school with a French Canadian in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, and they would bring over cases of the Canadian gold with them because they accept no substitutes.

Because Murica, that’s why. We are all trash pandas.

This is an unfair characterization, Shirley Temple went on to become Black later in life. 

But Baby Fishmouth is sweeping the nation! 

The whole point of these is convenience. The oven is not. I could have homemade on the table in less time.

With all due respect to the Hot Pocket guy I submit THE ULTIMATE microwave vs. Oven convenience food... PIZZA ROLLS!!!

The phrase my family uses in situations like these is, “That’s not acceptable.” Even tone of voice, but firm. No apologies, either. Repeat ad nauseum.

This. Right. Here. The only way I would have hung up is if they disconnected the call first. Stay firm, don’t raise your voice, curse or call them out of their name but stay with it until you get your ticket and/or money back. You are NOT going to take money from me and we not have a 9+ hour conversation about it.…

Two comments. 1. The no-show policy has been a thing for a long time. 2. There is no airline rule the airlines will not waive unless doing so would violate FAA regulations.

And arguing about who gets the wagon wheel table!

I KNOW! This movie is perfect. I didn’t even read the article because I was annoyed with the headline. Stay out of this 50-year-old’s favorite things. 

Counterpoint; you’re a proper misery guts. 

I was just fucking stoked that it ended.

Yeah, take a movie from 30 years ago—different time, style and sensibility—and let’s flip it around and turn it into some dreary downer because someone is feeling too proud to partake of the Pecan Pieeeeeee. Get out. Depart. Go pick on a Michael Bay film or something.

Yeah and Raiders of the Lost Ark should’ve let the Nazis win and wouldn’t it complicate You’ve Got Mail! in a meaningful way if Meg Ryan scalded Tom Hanks with boiling egg water