If you could ask a person if they’re into sports and then ask them to explain why they are or are not, you could probably find out a lot about them.
If you could ask a person if they’re into sports and then ask them to explain why they are or are not, you could probably find out a lot about them.
The worst part about Myers Brigg is that there isn’t the option for other people to evaluate you. That and people seeking to validate what they believe about themselves and resting on the results of the test to claim that’s their immutable personality. And then creating some mythos about their results that are just…
Like with most people, you wish they’d just focus on their talents and keep the game going instead of falling in love with their persona more than their talent.
You’re obviously not cut out for the West Coast.
Exactly. They achieved the dream of *checks notes* B list reality TV fame.
So what dreams are these people chasing that they haven’t already accomplished?
Today, Brawl players became sports fans.
For the secure man, like water off a duck’s back.
Nah, makes em bad people.
Also known as “Welcome to France”
Look at you...being all edgy with Eli and not going with Joe Flacco.
It’s almost like you’re lamenting why he became a corporate pilot in the first place. Sounds like a sweet gig if you can swing it.
I can’t drink 2 beers in a bathrub in under 30 minutes, nor would I want to.
I remember when Jessica and Elizabeth were a ‘perfect size 6'
They all looked fione as is. But looking just fione isn’t how you make money.
FWIW, I think a large contingent of antipathy directed towards them is that they are wolves selling wolf tickets but instead of wolf tickets its more like a woeful wolf shitsandwich that can’t possibly invite any sort of happiness, like say painting your nails or getting a new ‘do can. Models do a job and move on to…
And sometimes a murderer has the victim’s blood on their clothes. You’d totally expect the police to pin a crime on someone with the victim’s blood on their clothes.
I had a crazy Ford Escort but it was a ‘92 hatchback model and most of the crazy was related to teenage edits of Wild 94.9 stickers to read as Wild 4 69.
Justifying any purchase with “I could do worse things with it” is already a bad start.
Demand it!