And the fucker can’t even dance!

I had first read op as “antidepressants” and I was VERY confused at your response.

He would be the dead one.

Somebody needs to take a long, hard look at their short, stubby dick, and get real.

I’m afraid of listening to Grateful Dead for the fear of possibly liking it.

Mine is 4,242 km (2,636 mi). I will never go back.

I certainly would.

Pay attention to your body language. Try to look comfortable and confident. Being tense and on-alert can be off-putting. Don’t sit with arms folded or hands clasped. Be open and welcoming with the conversation.

The Peripheral

Gross. Those hotdogs need to be grilled first.

Whenever you buy music, try to buy from the band directly if at all possible. If not, check that their label has a merch store. Prices won’t be much different but in most cases, the band gets a larger take of the sale.

Aaaannd libraries typically have a fairly large set of audio CDs to check out, take home, and… listen to (cough)

Same energy.

Having lived at both ends of the spectrum, I would gladly go back to being broke and free. The family, not so much.

WAT

Dun & Bradstreet

“Legally”. Remember what he can do while in the process of “official acts”.

I pledge a chicken in every mosh pit

Oh there would be plenty of strokes, I’ll grant you that.

Last week, we had an all-hands meeting to discuss the findings of our latest employee engagement survey. I have to say in all honesty, that was the least engaging meeting I’ve had at the company. Literally NOBODY had questions, they started making up some to cover for it.