So, are Timberlands not good for hiking?
I will get one simply so I always have a spare.
This is one of those things that's funny to read about, but probably really sad in person.
"I didn't know how to handle my liquor the first time I got drunk, so I instituted an insane system of stopwatches and bagels instead of just learning how to drink better."
First time I got drunk, I was convinced that a middle aged nanny was hitting on me, obsessed over the fact that I had to pee so much, and kissed someone else's girlfriend. It wasn't a great showing.
But with experience, I learned how to drink without acting like an idiot, or descending into a neurosis-lined pit of madness.
I loved Seinfeld, but whenever I watch an episode nowadays, I keep finding myself thinking, "Wow, this would be a lot different if they all had cell phones."
On Villa Tunari
Relevant Onion link: http://www.theonion.com/articles/european-men-are-so-much-more-romantic-than-americ,11552/
With tinder, I usually just make small talk for a handful of messages, and then ask to meet up for a drink. Getting to know someone online is incredibly difficult even with something more robust like match.com.
Basically, if you thought I was hideous, we wouldn't be chatting, and it's much easier to suss out if there's any kind of spark in person.
I wish I could settle down with a nice girl with a head full of eels.
"And I was going to learn so much: being married to Emir was a unique opportunity, a training ground in being someone’s partner sans the passion that accompanied sexual relationships, which would allow me a sort of detached objectivity on the marriage act. Given the absence of passion and sex, maybe I could at least wrap my mind around partnership. I’d wade in slowly and see if I couldn’t figure out enough about marriage to feel confident entering one in the future."
...am I the only one who thinks this is kind of sad?
Screw this, I want to see a video of him playing D&D. Dude is supposed to be hardcore about his RPGs.
I would never marry a woman who threw out giblets. You don't even have to do anything with them, if you don't want to! Just throw them in the pan with the chicken, and they'll bake in the chicken juices.