I always see these things on a Thursday. Time zones.
My cousin works (sometimes) as a truck driver. He's certified for any size truck, flammable/biohazardous goods, the lot. He'd be making good money if he could stop telling his bosses to fuck off.
I was in IT for 20 years. In order to succeed, I had to become 50% therapist.
Nothing much. Everyone's been pretty calm and level-headed about things.
Looks like you got summoned to the prison for jury duty.
The most comfortable work clothes I've ever had were scrubs.
There are cities in Scandinavia who've set up vending machines where crows can deposit a cigarette butt to get a food pellet. That's a little like giving them a job.
I think that's an unrealistic expectation. Cats gonna cat. Even talking ones.
I can wiggle my ears. I used to use it to entertain children, but today's children are jaded and cynical.
The rest of us feel that way about your Kardashians.
Freedom from hayfever.
What if the great filter is our love of carbs?
Make popcorn in my hands, probably.