Looked at a work and you brain says there's no f*cking way that it's spelled correctly. Then you google it, and it turns out your brain is making you live a lie? Right now, that word is much. It looks wrong.
For the week of sharks on the channel of Discovery has passed. Let us mourn.
I just realized Australians and New Zealanders celebrate Christmas in the summer. This is so unfair.
Why is it that guys can text whoever the **** they please but girls can only talk to girls or they are the cheating sh!ts? I mean can it just be said that not every guy wants sex from girls he talks to and not every girl wants to send pictures to every guy she talks to? Please someone just tell me they don't think this way in a relationship so faith in humanity and gender can be restored.
How much I love all of you? With a few (unnamed) exceptions.
I bet every single one of you who clicked on this thought it was a Ghostbusters reference.
Ever drink expired alcohol. In no context is this a good idea. If you are in doubt just don't do it.
How is everyone this fine Tuesday afternoon?
You're driving down a dark road. Mist creeps across the road, dimming your headlights as rocks fly from the tires, a small ping created each time they meet the paint job of your car's exterior. As you approach the fork in the road, you can see the lights of a small gas station piercing through the fog. On the right lays darkness and mist in equal measure, an uncertain route. Which way do you turn? (This isn't a story. This is your story. And the result of a very long day coupled with extreme boredom and a desire to integrate with some of the finest minds the Internet can produce in order to create a social experiment that will no doubt fail.)
I've got a 5S IPhone. Details aside I was on some websites in private mode on safari browser, and somehow a certain someone found out. I made sure there was no history, cookies, nothing. Is it possible there's an app tracking my actions on my phone, and if so is there a way to hide it so that I wouldn't be able to see?
Do not like about ninety percent of the men I meet. That's the percentage that looks at my chest before my face. Yes, thank you for judging me on the size of my breasts before remembering I'm an actual human being and not just an action figure placed here for your viewing pleasure. Since one of us has manners you get to leave with your nether regions intact. And then there's the love of my life. I adore him and he is everything to me, but he doesn't understand that I can't help the way I look, barring cosmetic surgery. I don't try to wear clingy shirts, and I can't help it that everyone looks at my chest, or that I use it to breathe. God forbid a part of my body works the way it is supposed to. For those of you who examine breasts before a woman's face, they are lumps of ****ing fat. Take some hormones and grow your own, then you can stare as long as you want.
I could post pictures to accurately represent my feelings to all of you, but since the mobile version doesn't allow that I guess poetic words will have to do. That being said. Where are all the newbs and why don't they post? Did someone eat them?
I colored pictures of Pokemon and Disney characters at work today. I got paid, to color. Your argument is irrelevant.
Megan Trayner. I don't care if that's mispelling or not. She is annoying and ruins my quiet afternoons with her bragging about her body, her future husband, and her ability to catch cheaters. I'M SORRY WE AREN'T AS FANTASTIC AS YOU MEGAN. That is all.
This honestly really upsets me. I can't even imagine how his parents feel, or what they're going through. What aggravates me is that only one juror was against convicting this man, Pedro Hernandez. He also confessed to killing the kid. http://www.newyorker.com/news/amy-davidson/mistrial-in-the-etan-patz-case I guess the most upsetting part to this story is that regardless of the killer's identity, the body has never been recovered and his poor parents don't have any closure in their child's death.
I just found out what a waifu is. And I want one.
Buckle up cuz this is about to get confusing. I used to work in a grocery store for almost two years. You meet some creepy people in grocery stores at night, but there was this one coworker I had. We'll call him D. D is slightly autistic, but he can still drive a car and hold a job. At first I didn't have a problem with him, but he started to become obsessive with me about two weeks after I started, calling me "his", putting his hand on my shoulder and checking when I would work. I talked to management about it but their efforts were minimal. After I quit, my new job opened a branch at the same grocery store I used to work at (my current job is a bank.) As my luck would have it he is a member and comes in every day he sees me working to make me do his transactions. My managers are nonexistent and his managers refuse to address his behavior, which has caused other girls to quit. I feel that I can't be rude to him because he's a customer now but it has gotten to the point where I hide if I hear him coming so he doesn't think anyone is around. Any suggestions on how to handle this?
Are trapped on an island. After the screams of the frightened and the groans of the injured die down, you finally notice the horde of shambling zombie apes making their way to the group. What do you do?
So Frozen 2 was announced as officially being in production. It kind of stuns me how big of a hit it was. From the nod to homosexuals to the very apparent child abuse to the song and dance numbers we all know and love from Disney, it was a big hit. Honestly I'm hoping the sequel kind of explains more about the first movie. It felt rushed and half done to me and some explanations would be nice. It'd also be cool to see cameos from other characters, or nods towards the various theories involving the Little Mermaid, Tangled and Tarzan. So overall I'm kind of meh and a little apprehensive for the sequel. But regardless, it's going to make millions off of little girls everywhere.
i am on KHV-net, at work, using my old iob's free wifi for their guests. I never thought this day would come.
