The poor sot stuck in the middle seat gets both armrests.

As a broad-shouldered guy (well, just generally broad now), I take it for granted that I’m going to get bumped by every piece of luggage going past me towards the rear of the plane. Maybe if the aisle were wider than a piece of notebook paper, that wouldn’t occur.

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I call them pigeon people. Because they will walk down the center of a parking lot lane like a bunch of dumb pigeons.

Go absolutely batshit with the ups and downs. Don’t just note, show entire sequences of a Queen or Elton John party, in all their Caligula-like excess. Blow our minds out with the sheer decadence and over-indulgence and don’t pretend these people ever really came down off their cloud of entitlement, even when humbled…

Ever been to the circus?

I’d recommend it, maybe a 7/10. I didn’t see Bohemian Rhapsody but I did see an advanced screening of Rocketman. Other than the over use of jarring transitions, the camera work was fine. Since the songs weren’t dubbed, I liked the numbers that were sung by the adult “Elton” more than those sung by his child self.

Elton…

Fooking cunt

We’ve performed crash tests with motorcycles. You need to attach a tether to the crash dummy to limit how far it flies.

You first.

So your solution to this mistake would be to go back in time and have it not happen.

But I couldn’t help feeling that this was a lazy apology.

Of course I read the owners manual. My wife doesn't, but I do. She doesn't know what half the buttons in her car do, but she knows she can ask me.

Bernie is the Pat Buchanan of this election.

Who told you to believe that?

I worked in a union shop for awhile.

Options are limited in a town of a couple hundred people.

I, too, have the advantage of low housing cost. The downsides are, of course, it won’t be worth a ton when I sell it and my mortgage was so low I didn’t really notice it when it was gone.

Good advice.