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Imagine how stupid you would look if you fell on the ground flailing and crying, accusing a guy 20 meters away from you of foul play. The same goes for sex.
I am your asshole waiter. I admit it, I accept it, and you probably should too. But in my defense, you brought it on yourself.
<p>In the obligatory pre-marital counseling, a couple learns about what they will fight over once the deed is done. The list really comes as no surprise to anyone, but is still worth noting. Being halfway through year one, I figured this was a good time to see how we are stacking up.</p><p><strong><font size="4">1. Money</font></strong></p>
What follows is a brief summation of what Grossman sees through his red, roadmap eyes as he stares out across the experience of eighteen months since the publication of "Grossman's Guide to the Galaxy."
Timeless tips to avoid overrated bands, including avoiding bands with food in the title, bands that prey on childhood memories or evoke violence and more!
Dear Sirs, it is only on hindsight that I am truly able to appreciate my server Nigel's innovative style, which others felt made him a 'cheeky bastard.'
A couple of days ago I found a site devoted to the most gruesome, disgusting, and hilarious dead baby jokes ever. Only problem was, my mom was right behind me.
Colonel Sanders learns the hard way that you never play chicken with a sandwich unless you're willing to eat it in the end.
I have actually begun hiding people entirely from my Facebook news feed due to the following annoying habits. See which one you're guilty of...
Once upon a recession, a family of wandering gypsies arrived in America by steamer from Istanbul, and their long stay at the Marriott proved more fruitful than expected.
They're hard to find, quality wingmen. Despite this, you're probably expecting too much from them. A wingman's mission isn't to get you laid; that's your job.
Sometimes you have to kill yourself. I understand, I've been there. When the mood strikes, put on one of these sweet tracks and shove a pitchfork through your neck.