He saved my first and third marriages…
He saved my first and third marriages…
Anus… Right into the anus…
I also have it on good authority that he does, in fact, ride a cock-horse…
He’s hackin’, wackin’ and smackin’!
The Plastic Ono Band… It is not good.
Sweet… Jesus…
Green chile and cheese.
I am an engineer that does power design for commercial spaces. These “wellness” rooms show up a lot. They are there simply so your corporate overlords can tick a little box under “workplace atmosphere” and add it to the list of bullshit features on their website no employee ever actually uses. It’s very similar to “mother’s rooms”, only those can be considered code compliant based on your location. Sometimes they are also called “phone rooms.”
I think architects upsell them into designs to boost their self esteem.
It’s a lot like when old apartment buildings gut a storage room, put a few pieces of shitty gym equipment in it, and then add “on site fitness center” to the website, and also tack a small monthly fee on your rent.
If I had a dollar for every existing office space I’ve surveyed that ended up just piling office supplies in them, or found them covered in 3 inches of dust… I’d probably have like $100. Not a ton, but enough to definitely make them seem ridiculous.
Homes aren’t going to get more affordable… Neither is Healthcare.
They used to have a set of drinking glasses. Worth every penny.
Fucking Summit County. Yuppie hive of scum and villainy
These work pretty good. Especially as a gun con “homage”
Boom. #nailedit
I mean, aren’t we using mostly Latin letters and sounds to spell non-Latin words?
There’s a phonetic English alphabet out there. Some Scottish poet commissioned it years ago.
It is named after him. But I am an uncultured swine and can’t remember who it is at the moment.
Oh yeah… I know him.
… Who?
I was upset at first, but he was right in the long run.
What the French say about love is true… “omlette du fromage”