Actually, it’s “Welcome to Atlantic City. Well, not really.”
I think the rest of America would appreciate it if New Jersey would instead enforce that standard on its governors.
Thank you. It warms my heart.
5’11” is short no matter what
The most offensive part of this story is that it took 40 minutes to make 3 pancakes at a diner. A DINER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT A DINER IS?! That's a goddamn travesty.
He deserves to be punched in the face with a Kia.
Maybe it’s Vince Vaughn?
I feel your pain. I help run a housing program...for people who struggle with substance use disorder. Yeah, I’m a real jerk for not throwing human lives away like garbage.
When traveling if your plane is delayed, your hotel room isn’t clean or the weather suddenly changed, your travel agent didn’t cause these and can’t control these mishaps.
Museum curation: every time you tell me “I don’t really read labels, they’re boring” it makes me want to die inside. Do you know how many degrees someone had to get, languages they had to learn, and how many books they had to read to find out about this really really cool, 3000 year-old artifact? And how long it took…
Librarians don’t sit around and read books all day. Also, it’s not “so nice to work in a library because it’s quiet and stress-free.” It’s nice to work in a library because I get to connect people with the information and materials they need and want. Getting yelled at over a $0.25 fine is not stress-free. Neither is…
I always thought you learned how to chase ambulances in law school....Mind Blown.
Teachers are trained professionals and no our summer is not “free time” there is curriculum development, lesson planning, conferences and other such professional development responsibilities.
You’re missing a fourth guy this direction.
It’s official: my bucket list now includes the use of the phrase “what’s the deellio with your kay-sah-deellios?
I know a depressing number of people who grew up in southern California and pronounce “relleno” like “rey-eh-nyo.” I guess at least they don’t say the Ls.
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I’ve heard “kway-suh-dill-uhs” unironically before, but this is a new one to me.
Years ago my wife and I visited her family in northwestern Washington. As we drove through the town of Burlington one day, she spotted a place with a sign that read, TORTILLERIA. She said, “Oh look - a tortillery.” And she has lived in San Diego, San Antonio, and Vegas for years.