Unironically, Bluey.
Best show on television. Fight me.
Unironically, Bluey.
Best show on television. Fight me.
Dad took me and my brother to see Predator in the theater. Would have been about 10 and my brother 8. While I applaud him wanting to share something he was excited about with his children I am sure there were better options.
This is amazing.
First task on Monday morning… “Who is going to be pissed at me this week?” Go through and decline the least important meetings until I can get through my week without breaking the space-time continuum.
I used to do it Sunday night but decided fuck that - that’s my time.
Jesus fucking Christ. We’re all so broken.
Not sure why the down votes; obviously /s. And clever, at that.
I’m with the customer on this one. Soft drinks only stay good so long so having them in a larger container works against you. Also, having a larger container means needing more space to store it, and it is heavier and more unwieldy to carry. For some that extra litre of cola might be more like a white elephant than a boon.
Holy shit. That’s horrific and would drive me to quit.
Ne’er shall I find poetry as eloquent in sentiment and imagination on this hallowed Internet. Good night.