It’s a pedestrian’s fault. /s
It’s a pedestrian’s fault. /s
Unironically these are amazingly cool. Imagine an entire house built in this style.
Expressing the basest of notions with the loftiest of words is the pinnacle of wit.
Other people have talked about how this is a middle-management job and what that would entail. I’m here to make a couple points:
True story: a temp worker once moved into the desk next to mine, but they couldn’t get their computer monintor just the right height. I told them to go to the library and ask for a book about this size, about so thick. And to pick a color they liked. (they didn’t do it.)
Wow, this looks unappetizing even in the company’s professionally-photographed marketing pages: https://chicagotown.com/the-range/deep-dish
Never heard of this brand before, and they claim to be the “number 1 pizza brand in America”.
The more I look at this pizza, the more I feels bad for the guy in the picture. I’m so sorry your life turned out this way, Cecil.
Prolly Altoona pizza.
“The books are all broken, none of them connect to social media.”
First color, then size, THEN alphabetical.
Back in the 70s, men’s hair had to be about an inch short. Women were very limited in what kind of jobs they could get, and were regularly groped if not assaulted. LGBT+ were literally considered mentally ill. If you were non-white, no way you could work in an office (except for janitorial maybe.) But yeah, America sure was Great back then… /s
I’m sure they’ll just add a fine next month: “using residence for unauthorized life event” or “reducing number of occupants without permission” or something.
Maybe he’s in England.
“In some dark corners, this killer is being hailed as a hero. Hear me on this: He is no hero.”
They hire someone to say “sorry” for them, for public relations purposes.
Not to mention scraping all the gunk off the rollers.
Your attempt was ill-planned poorly-executed and just plain not nice, Ministry for the Propagation of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice.
Gotta teach Grandma some trigger discipline.
Relative: You know about computers, right?
Me: I’m not sure. Who knows about computers, really? In the words of W.S. McCulloch, “What is a number, that a man may know it, and a man, that he may know a number?” (if you’ll pardon the gendered language) Now if you extend this to computation…
Relative: All right, STFU, I just wanted to know how to update my Amazon account…
I think that’s the brother-in-law (also murdered) and the sister (mad bc you murdered her husband) too, right? The consigliere’s out cleaning up the fallout from all the murders, and the guy in the doorway I think was murdered bc he betrayed you. Need to make new murder victims friends!
Those are all good ideas. One comment:
What I like about Lemmy is that it has a lower percentage of those “normal people”…