Every time I talk about anything with my dad around.
Every time I talk about anything with my dad around.
“You was…” I’m hoping that’s on purpose.
Thanks, I hate it.
Thanks for letting me know to avoid that company.
Better food and better beer but that’s a fair point.
If they’ll get me out of the US, I’ll fight.
Archaic societal expectations
The poster for Rosemary’s Baby is one I’d like a reprint of hanging in my room. I love the pop art aesthetic.
Access to all those spices and they come up with bread sauce
It all drives me up the wall.
And I’m never switching back. Fuck you very much, Samsung.
Had a DM that did the same thing. A different dm pronounced chitin as chai-tin
This is the biggest reason he wasn’t allowed “membership” with Russia’s Mighty Five that was made up of Rimsky-Korsakov, Borodin, Mussorgsky, Cui, and Balakirev. They would claim that Tchaikovsky’s works weren’t Russian enough. That he was too heavily influenced by Western European composers. The joke is on them. Tchaikovsky is pretty much a household name and most people know his works even if they don’t know the title or his name.
Here’s his violin concerto that he composed for his student/lover
If Tim Sweeney disappeared from the face of this planet, nothing of value would be lost.
Republicans have accepted them. People with actual heads on their shoulders have not. But the NRA has too much fucking power and influence.
I left their area not long after the pizza started. Didn’t know they added burgers. I primarily miss the iced coffee and egg and pork roll breakfast sandwiches.
I miss Wawa.
Please don’t.
That’s why you should stab it in the mouth.