I love it when that happens. I bought Passion Pit’s Gossamer on vinyl when it came out and now that’s a $100+ buy online. It makes me feel vindicated in my taste!
I love it when that happens. I bought Passion Pit’s Gossamer on vinyl when it came out and now that’s a $100+ buy online. It makes me feel vindicated in my taste!
Sure, but you have to hold my tentacles behind my head while I throw up at the end of the party.
Are you my secret twin? (check the avatar)
My dad types exactly like that. Also, let me tell you how he’s been opening up new tabs!
My parents have this 20+ year long argument going regarding my mom’s toy poodle, which on two separate occasions fell and a broke a leg while they both were at work, and my dad’s cat, which was the only other creature present in the house both times.
I’m slightly afraid that David Hogg is going to be involved in some horrible industrial accident in a few years and become Two-Face.
This is... interesting to me. I am a very organized person. Given proper motivation (money, someone to help or impress), my organization drive can jump tall buildings. What would you pay for someone to come over and organize you? Also, what is your situation that needs organizing? I mean, are you talking just…
Right? That way you can control your leftovers situation. I didn’t eat those twenty dollar-coin-size chunks of green pepper because I didn’t want them. Do not send them home with me so I can refrigerate them for three days before tossing them.
I think I may be a dead end, because babies repulse me - no maternal instincts at all.
I have the same emotional response to black bears as cute dogs (I wanna cuddle it).
When does this flip, and a vacation with your parents is not a vacation - it’s a trip where you take care of your parents? I think it happened sometime around sixteen with me. I assume other people with less needy parents might hit a sweet spot in their 20s where everything is chill and everyone can relax together.
okay, nothing that happens in a direct-to-dvd sequel is canon, or really should ever be acknowledged at all.
A review of the tape shows that the deal is she would become a human, so never mind. Poor thing, that first period must have been a game-changer.
I think Ariel’s lack of genitals would be a bigger problem. I know Ursula magically gives her legs, but that deal never mentioned a uterus and I don’t see the sea-witch giving out freebies.
The only time my father has ever mentioned menstruation to me was when he sat me and my sister down and explained to us, in graphic detail, what would happen to the septic system if we flushed tampons.
“Story Time” serves to indicate that you are about to tell a personal anecdote that is tangentially but not directly related to the subject of the original article or post. So people who are only interested in the precise topic of the article know to skip, and those who are down with rambling narrative can ready the…
I thought it was pretty clear that Rory is both upset that Lorelai made this big decision without consulting her, and also thinks that marrying Christopher is just a really bad decision. It’s been awhile, but I seem to remember that as Rory gets older, her opinion of her father drops precipitously.
Many moons ago, I was touring the campus of the University of Arizona, because they offered me a scholarship. As I walked down one of the palm-lined streets, a maintenance guy ripped a big old piece of dying bark off one of the palm trees. About 20 cockroaches scattered for cover.
Butter spoils. It can live at room temp for maybe three or four days before you get that distinct rancid butter smell. Everyone else on this thread either eats an absurd amount of butter, or they place a small quantity (2 tablespoons?) in butter dish to be left out and replenish that regularly.
I saw that happen a few weeks ago! I live in an apartment building that backs up to a small creek. I like to have a smoke back there before work. So I sauntered around the corner at 7:30am and startled the shit out of a small brown hawk that was perched on a tree branch overhanging the creek, eyeballing this oblivious…