Psst, it’s “err”, not “air”. Pronounced the same.
Psst, it’s “err”, not “air”. Pronounced the same.
Pumpkin spice old fashioned. With real pumpkin puree!
Running at the speed of lobsters!
I ask myself “why?” after most Steam sales, one of which was earlier this month. Six or seven new games to join the backlog. Relatively cheap, to be fair.
I’m not a fan of the “new car smell”, for some reason. The “new computer smell”, on the other hand, is a rare treat.
Most seafood doesn’t get me too badly, though I still don’t like it. Cooking shrimp, on the other hand, makes it hurt to breathe for some reason. Not the same as nausea, but it still sucks.
I have a few that some others in the thread have already mentioned, but I can also:
Same here. Someone else in the thread said that’s your tensor tympani muscle.
That’s… what Americans do. I live about 1500 miles from my parents, and only use time as a measurement if I’m planning to drive that far, mainly in days.
The story was written for an audience of about 5 aging hipsters from Brooklyn.
Well said. The whole “epilogue” read like a hypercondensed Manifesto of the Pathological Twat.
The banner up top is blue because it looks like denim, right?
Same here. One of the instructions was “write your name on the board.” Hardcore shaming.