I’d change that to “illegal drugs” as lower class can’t usually afford cocaine that’s not cut with fentanyl, but instead buy weed, shrooms, acid, meth, and other cheap drugs. Rich people, in addition to cocaine also have access to more of the designer drugs like MDMA, not to mention prescription drugs with a high street value that poor folks can’t afford unless they’re addicted to something like painkillers, but then they’ll usually have to go the cheaper route of fentanyl
Mate, you might as well lick a grocery cart handle while you’re at it. And yes, there’s a wide range between germophobe and unhygienic troglodyte, but thank you for letting us know which end of that spectrum you fall
Ew, no thanks. Better to exhale on your fingers the same way as when you want to fog up a pair of glasses. Then you’re not putting the same fingers in your mouth that we’re just on whatever surfaces you touched since you last washed your hands.
That or, if they spray the produce with a mist of water, touch the moist produce then open the bag
Same here. When my grandfather, who I was very close with, passed away, I never cried. But I bawled like a baby at Toy Story 3.
I think it’s the soundtrack. If someone had told me about my grandfather while some emotional string music swelled, I probably would have cried.
You don’t think that’s a significant difference in average height? Cuz that’s a pretty big difference to me. Denmark’s average being around 6’ when most of the rest of us consider that tall is pretty significant
Global is the key word. In Denmark 5’7" is definitely short. In North Korea, that would be huge.
Can’t believe these haven’t been mentioned. Maybe because they’re too popular, but they always makes me laugh:
Oh no! Not beehaw!
1234? That’s amazing! I have the same combination on my luggage!
Can I interest you in The Nenana Ice Classic?
I can’t believe no one has mentioned my favorite running Python gag:
I quit a job once when I had a vacation planned well in advance and my manager told me 2 weeks before I was going to go, “Oh by the way there’s this time intensive project you have to have done before you go.” It was something that would either require me to work 12-14 hours a day to get done in time, as a salaried employee, or miss my vacation.
My response was, lol, here’s my two weeks notice. That was just the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. I hated that manager, and don’t regret my decision even though it did take a while to find another job
Meanwhile it was 40 degrees, and raining, here in Anchorage, Alaska
This happened over 2 years ago. Why else would you post it now other than for dat azz?
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