Dunno, I grew up with free meals & drinks & checked bags, visits to the cockpit, and an upbeat atmosphere on every flight. So, after the systematic removal of all the above by this point; a fumbly, nonconsensual, half-hearted handjy seems on-brand for that gaping suckhole of a “public service”.
“Signification”?
Heh. “Escape”. No one gets out alive.
Yeah, you keep that blithe confidence, citizen. Until you IRL mention as an aside something about a catalog so niche & yesteryear that it may’ve gone out of circulation since… only to have a current copy silently show up in your mailbox outside not three days later, unbidden and without explanation. 😶😵💫
Consume. Capitulate. Compartmentalize. Cope. OBEY.
I didn’t know that was the preferred nomenclature.
Dyes*, assuming she’s not producing industrial spec “yarn”.
No worries, I was being hyperbolic anyhow 🤓🤪
From the Age of Enlightenment to essentially space flight, in a single career. 🤓🤌🏼
When I was much younger, the favorite restaurant my family used to treat ourselves to every so often had tables decorated with olde timey newspaper pages. Still very much legible and permanently preserved in epoxy, the advertisements fascinated me — even way back when (≈/< 1930s), the same kinds of “revolutionary” “exotic” “new” tricks that <insert expert title(s)> hate, etc. squawked their bullshit for the punters & mouth breathers. Hell, even Pompeii revealed it’s been going on for millennia… Same as it ever was. 🙇🏽♂️🤓😅
What’s the over under on ol’ Rupert getting to it before anyone else can?
No one has to subscribe to cable television, FYI.
Hunh. I guess Huntsville doesn’t get much poetic irony around them thar parts.
Eh. It was shit then, and it’s only gotten shittier since (see: cash grab antics, laugh track BS, etc. above), but you go on thinking that a “popular” opinion is popular because it is, and not because it’s the rational, self-respecting opinion that many simply default to and never apply further attention to the subject again. 🤷🏽♂️
Tell me you’re way too young to have watched it when it first aired… without telling me you’re way too young to have watched it when it first aired.
IANAS, but it sure seems like most of these pig fuckers just went fully off-road genetically as soon as their two main external sphincters formed during mitosis, and focused everything else afterward on that core concept: Eat & Shit. (punctuation optional; creative emphasis, arrangement, spelling, etc. promoted)
Into two pigs? How often?
Or, he’s got a real hobby.