Hey! You could use this for a new password!Having so many passwords -What a nuisance.
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Hey! You could use this for a new password!Having so many passwords -What a nuisance.
Hard-to-pronounce names. Come on parents, if 9 out of 10 people will not be able to pronounce the kid’s name... what were you thinking?
Related to that: people who spell their name one way and pronounce it another, and then get all huffy when people pronounce it the way it's spelled. I know a "Laurie" who pronounces it "Lori," a "Maria" who pronounces it "Mah-ria," and a "Daniel" who swears it's pronounced "Donny-el." I've threatened to tell people my name is spelled J-O-A-N but it's pronounced "Sylvia."
You mean the girl doing the video? I wasn’t annoyed with her; I thought she was funny. I am annoyed at what she was talking about—slow driving in the fast lane.Wtf is this? How annoying. I can see kids and teens use ing it but not adults. Like act your age
You mean the girl doing the video? I wasn’t annoyed with her; I thought she was funny. I am annoyed at what she was talking about—slow driving in the fast lane.
I agree. I might be old and saw cool bands for next to nothing, but I thought until I died that this view would be available for me. I'm very disappointed it is not. I want nothing more than to enjoy it as the young man walks away.The boys with their pants hanging below their a$$ should be illegal.
No, you’re not. No one better touch my car without my permission.People touching stuff. Without boundaries are we really a society? Just the other day, I was in a store parking lot and a guy touched my car! Yeah, there's snow on the ground, and it hit negative 8 a couple of days ago, and maybe he was just getting a little ballast, but it still bugged me. I was just leaving the store, (ladened with perishables!) and quite a distance away, but I felt like yelling, "Hey! That's my ride!" Over the summer, I met a lady I know, who lives near me and babysits. She was walking two adorable little girls, one blond and one African American, and as we finished our conversation, I asked, "Can I pat their heads?!" I didn't really scream it. She said yes, and I did, and they seemed pleased enough. I didn't just start patting willy nilly just out of the damn blue! Over a decade ago, I was on a flight, and a stewardess with a cart announced to us lost planet airmen that there were hot sandwiches available, among other things. Out of the stewardess's view, and older man reached over and felt the part of the cellophane on the cart where the sandwiches were -- that image still haunts me! Why did he do that?!! I should of yelled, "Hey, gramps! Hands off the samiches! We're trying to live in a society here!" Am I the one with the problem?
No, you’re not. No one better touch my car without my permission.
So nice of you to ask to pat the girls’ heads! If one really must invade someone’s space, then at least ask.
Whew. I've been trying to puzzle that one out for far too long! I've come to one conclusion. I wish he hadn't done it.Why would the old man touch the sandwiches?!?
This is why I don’t eat at buffets or even look at food at the teacher potluck. Who knows what their kitchens look like? One time a substitute teacher brought her homemade chili to the lounge to share with her coworkers. Around the rim of the crock pot, sticking to chili remnants, were lots of cat hairs just waiting to be devoured. Puke.
I got Van Goghed
Whew. I've been trying to puzzle that one out for far too long! I've come to one conclusion. I wish he hadn't done it.
Oh yuck. "Chili remnants"? Uhh. That will stick with me a while. Oh, Danie, I wouldn't wish to concern you. But by your previous profile pics, you appear to be quite a nice looking person. Did you stop moisturizing?
I got Van Goghed
That or you scarfed up too many cat hair chilli remnants.