I love how that woman from Texas has a boob size of KKK.
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I love how that woman from Texas has a boob size of KKK.
Is this the worst joke ever? I think so.
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One noted chef was a perfectionist. He made the most delectable meals because he expected nothing less. Thus it came as a surprise to one of his students that the chef used low grade spices. "Why do you use the worst spices when you expect the best?" the student asked him one day. "Wouldn't your foods taste so much better if you used premium-grade spices?" "I once thought as you do," the chef answered. "When I was learning, I bought all the best spices -- they were fresh and perfectly ground, no flaws whatsoever. But taken with their own perfection, they were unruly spices, constantly fighting each other to be the dominant taste instead of working together. So I tried lower grade spices -- they weren't so perfect, but they weren't so intractable either. And so it is well to remember, my dear pupil, that a glitch in thyme behaves fine."
Bowled my first turkey ever today.
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What's it to you, mister?
since my non-science "education" is more self-taught/self-read than classroom- or instructor- based, i always have problem with pronounciation. i can semi-intelligently converse about hegel, robespierre and lacan, and mispronounce all over the hell.
why, i only recently discover that "homage" has a silent "h"! to think that i have known this word on a movie message board like almost a decade ago.
My dad signed up for Facebook. I'm not sure I'm ready for this.
Back about five or six years ago while I was still an undergrad, I got temp work through an agency to make some money to save up and pay for things like car insurance and so forth. Probably the temp job I remember the most was one where I set up a new clothing retailer in a local mall. It was tough work as the floor racks and display pieces were large and there was only about four of us to do the work. The worst part was the wall racks which had little bases that needed to be screwed by hand once in place. This hurt like a bitch and gave me what felt like carpel tunnel. But, after about two weeks it was done. Ever since, every time I visit that mall I pass by the store with a sense of pride.
Well, today I passed by and noticed something. It had closed. And "Coming Soon" in its place?
Starbucks. :|
I knew how Morricone is pronounced because Quentin Tarantino talks about him all the fucking time. Of course, I was just assuming that he's pronouncing it correctly, but I wagered that he of all people would be right about it.
I've been offered a lab for free from a coworker. Pups' parents are good dogs as well.
I think I might go for it.
I used to pronounce Descartes as "des-kart-aze" for quite a long time.
Several bongs are scattered around my living room, but I seem to be the only one who prefers them. My roommates are all blunt/joint people.