Over here, we've got people who are doing just fine.
Then we've got the people who are going extra hard. Those people are fine, too. If anything, they inspire us.
But then, over here, we've got the people who are going a bit too hard. What I'm trying to say is that if they were any Spice Girls song, it would be "Too Much."
You can mess with my career and my relationships, but you need to stay away from my egg sammiches.
Or maybe she is chugging hand lotion. Maybe she's got a dry mouth. Who are we to judge?
There are probably cartoons where people have thought of doing this as a joke and they decided not to because they thought it was too ridiculous. The back of that seat looks a bit like Miranda Sings.
I don't know if anyone's ever been describes as "extra" for their LotR fandom before, but there's a first time for everything.
Any parent knows that this won't, in fact, shut them up, but likely lead to a 45-minute meltdown and a lifetime of trust issues.
My favorite part is that one of the lines is missing the "here," so it's like they janked up what was already janky.
Obviously, the kid was supposed to eat the skin and leave the inside of the grape, like what you put into a bowl of "witch's eyes" at a haunted house.
I really hope people understand that reference and that I didn't just have a really messed up childhood.
But on the other, shouldn't we be equally concerned with the guy who appears to have entered a, shall we say, amorous relationship with some kind of puma?
Speaking of duct tape, I'm curious if Red Green was a thing that ever made it to the States. It was this weird Canadian show that fetishized duct tape and handiness. It was basically Canada's answer to Home Improvement.
Or maybe this is actually a message from the universe warning me of my perpetual sense of dissatisfaction toward life. Whoa.
The exception of course is admitting that you vape. Nobody should admit to that.
I actually don't know why we rag on people who vape so much. They're like the Nickelback of substance abusers. I promise I'll do better in the future.
Nothing tops this. I'm officially done. Except not really because there's definitely more.
I'm fine with people dressing for the climate that you're used to, but god, you don't have to be so obnoxious about it. "I can barely feel the cold," says Jacques as he wears cargo shorts in November.
But there are times (like this) where the best thing is to actually stop doing what you're doing and try harder.
One might end up asking questions like "Why?", and then also asking "Why?" again, but I don't think one would ever get the answers they needed.
Can I just say how much I hate that expression? What does that even mean? Does it come from some kind of carnival where the winner won chicken? Can I go to that carnival?
Maybe you could put one of those exploding ink packs in each and every M&M, but that sounds like way too much work. Then again, so does tagging all your jerky, so what do I know?
At least, that's how most of my matches have described me. I take it as a compliment.
Maybe I'm actually more optimistic than I realize. Maybe there's hope for me yet!
Wait a second, though, I've got a pun brewing.
If she turned around and rapped on a door with that hand, would you say she's had a Heart Knock Life?
You're welcome.
