Our own Caligula.
Our own Caligula.
If I have some nicotine after a coffee it feels like I get faster refresh rates as well.
Feel like your chances of seeing one of the dozens of people who hold like half the wealth in the world is pretty slim on the street.
I wish. Cortado at 4 and I still fall asleep as soon as I sit down after dinner sometimes.
Especially once the clocks change. Swear there’s like a month where I’m falling asleep at 6pm and waking up fucking ready to go at 2 am.
These are just two tickets to see Jersey Boys?
I don’t need to look up the closest firing range because it was recently all over the news when one of the members went up on a roof and tried to shoot this guy who was running for President.
Not the most recent would be shooter, the one before that.
Hell of a fall for the leaves, though.
Just hit them with Indy
There’s a few at work who have admitted to still playing. Blizzard owes a lot to the very concrete social structures built around the game.
If flamingos are used to signal it’s a swinger household I’m afraid to ask what this means.
I’d argue places like Sheetz serve a similar function in the US
I’m not going to link the same Louie clip for the third time this month, but we’re using a clothesline as a flagpole.
Imagine how someone like Robert Saleh must feel.
Two days ago he still had 3/4 of a grueling NFL season to prep for while managing a not yet in rehab Aaron Rogers. Yesterday he was very surprisingly fired from his head coaching duties.
Outside the while ego aspect, that sudden unshackling of all those responsibilities must have felt great. He’s got a completely empty calendar until January to mold as he pleases.
It’s always going to have that distinct Pizza Hut smell. That grease is baked onto the inside of that building like Teflon in your intestines.
SOUTHERN XPOSURE
60 MILES ON THE RIGHT
All those poor sensory deprived truckers sweating bullets because 150ft billboards are edging them at five mile increments down the highway.
People probably sat on it (and broke it)
Sit on that hand until it falls asleep before you go to town and it’s called The Stranger.
This is mid 00s but I’d bring back Oink. And my ratio
Do you like it? It’s very flattering.
Joe Abercrombie would be my vote if someone was doing it.
Sandersons books all feel like superhero meets fantasy, and he’s too much of a choir boy to match Martin’s tone.
It’s also gonna break your bong st some point.