ugh I am SO EXCITED about this. Beyonce who? I’m in for Gondry. ;D
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STARRED FOR HATARI! God, I would tap Hardy Kruger so thoroughly, his keg would be empty in seconds. Wait, that metaphor went weird... Those lips beg for kissin’, and Brandy is straight-up insane for going after Pockets.
In fairness, this is a 15-year-old kid mad that the girl who kept insinuating they were bf/gf in private kept jerking him around in public. I told him she’s not “friendzoning” you, she’s just being mean, and she’s not worth your energy. Sometimes people are just manipulative fuckwits, no matter their gender. ;) Kids…
Oh goodness, I’m not saying they aren’t by any means! My friend’s baby was so huge, he couldn’t get out - 100 years ago, she very definitely would have died without a c-section. (Well, 100 years ago, she would have probably died with one too.....)
That could also be part of it too. In myyy day (*obligatory cane wave*), c-sections were probably a helluva lot more dicey than the comparatively routine and safe procedures they are today, so knowing how to handle a breech birth the ‘regular’ way was still worthy of teaching.
The point I was making was only in regards to breech babies, not all of them, certainly! Sorry to be muddy on that!
I was born backwards and upside down back in the 70s, and was a “famous baby” in the hospital because the doc didn’t do a c-section with me. The doc was all, “she’s fine, heartbeat strong, there’s zero reason to cut the mom open.”
Man, I need a notebook to keep this all straight.
This is 100% true. I remember thinking the whole time I was being raped, “why isn’t my boyfriend coming to rescue me?” only to discover later that he had purposely left me alone in that hotel room with his friend and took an extra long time to get the food. It’s to the point that 20 years later, I’m more angry with him…
Indeed, I also agree with this sentiment. Thinking upon it gives me a warm feeling, like listening to the Franz Blüheim birthday concert.
It’s the calzones. Ben knew where it was at, man.
I’m getting that vibefrom my boss and his buddies lately. They’re all old white guys who are super into the Landmark Forum, and BY GUM, I should also take a class! Except of course, it’s banned in France as a cult, the people who own it are multi-millionaires and yet somehow think people should volunteer for the honor…
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I really liked Terry Jones’ documentary. I loved the food section so much, I actually started growing lovage and rue in my garden! :D
The archaeology major in me is ugly crying. There were women gladiators, gorramit! This is going to be crossfit bros halfheartedly swatting at each other while their ladies get prissy at the prospect of cooking goat.
The archaeology major in me is ugly crying. There were women gladiators, gorramit! This is going to be crossfit bros halfheartedly swatting at each other while their ladies get prissy at the prospect of cooking goat.
I accept anyone’s judgement: I LOVE Regency House Party. LOVE. IT. I would crawl all over Captain Jeremy Glover like Luke with his Wampa—wait, no, that went to the wrong place.
Frankly, I even loved the sequel. So cute, especially when the aunt gets in on the prank at the end.
I’m in a boring part of St. Paul, alas.
Is it in the city of Every Day I Need Attention?