I saw a picture of the girl my husband dated in college a while ago. She was him but with long hair. I gave him no end of shit about it.
I saw a picture of the girl my husband dated in college a while ago. She was him but with long hair. I gave him no end of shit about it.
I have bad news for Orthodox Christians re: literally everything in Christianity being lifted from earlier religious traditions.
The crazy thing is, amidst all of the richly deserved and long awaited impeachment stuff going on, Trump is still succeeding at taking down Joe Biden. He is. He keeps pointing and screaming squirrel over and over and by god, people, especially in the media, are still turning to look and murmuring, “But what about…
Oh god, the expression thing. I find it almost impossible to do things like face-to-face work reviews or what have you because most of my attention will be focused on, “Am I making an appropriate expression? Keep looking at the person talking. Don’t look down or away. No, you’re looking at the pattern on their shirt.…
Since we’re all mad here anyway, for minor... um... issues... with an object like that, you might try throwing a pinch of salt at it. Won’t damage the box and may dispel whatever it has going on.
Or if you’re flying, you pull the stick/yoke back to raise the nose of the plane.
This was me on Borderlands 3. I adjusted the darkness settings until the “barely visible” point as directed and then had to turn it up- couldn’t see shit in dark areas. Meanwhile, other games are fine, like Destiny 2, which is a pretty dark game in a lot of areas.
I’m only six years into my career, but every panicky ladder kicker I’ve ever worked with/for has been female. (The men had their own brands of terrible.)
Sky blue, grass green, recreational drugs unsafe.
Getting lined up exactly right to be permitted to interact with objects in the game world is hard enough in Fallout 4 (deactivating laser tripwires, picking up small objects or, god help us, individual bullets/ammo in the overworld). I can’t imagine dealing with that in a raid scenario. That dry stick clacking sound…
Look, if you don’t bankrupt a shocking amount of your population with the cost of healthcare, how will the rest of them ever learn to bootstrap properly?
Beto, drop out now and run for fucking Senate. Are you kidding me?
My top two wedding dresses were one that had a structured top, cap sleeves, and a full skirt, and one that was pretty much fitted from shoulder to knee, somewhat slinky. Both fit when I tried them.
Take your star and go. And think about what you’ve done!
Something like this happened in my hometown. It’s a small, oh-so-posh town in the upper Midwest that puts a great deal of stock in its “historic” status, disregarding the fact that nothing of interest has ever happened there in all the time since around 1850 when the first white settlers showed up and said, “...eh.…
“None of this matters,” is a pretty good summation of the whole Mueller/investigation thing. Yep, you’re... doing... whatever it is you’re doing behind closed doors and indicting a bunch of low-level grifters, but you decided that because of a 1973 memo you can’t indict the president. Trump, meanwhile, is out here…
Honestly, I think the person with the single weirdest reaction to me hitting puberty was my mother. And she always said some variation of the same thing to police me: “You will give men the wrong idea about you.” As if adults being inappropriate around a child could somehow be the child’s fault. The first time I…
Every bully who was any bully at my high school became a cop. Some, in fairness, only after joining the military.
Ah. Yes. That is what we in the business world like to call “complete and utter bullshit.”
I don’t even want to have to think about whether I’d vote for Marianne Fucking Williamson over Donald Fucking Trump. (I would. But holy shit.)