Heat treatment is the only sure way to go – Google it. It’s significantly more expensive than pesticides, but you don’t have to pack up anything (except items that would explode, like aerosol cans), it’s done in a single half-day treatment, and everything. is. dead.
Halloween is the worst holiday if you’re surrounded by people like Girl & Friends. If you just like to chill with pumpkin beers, free candy, and horror movies, it is THE BEST.
“‘Can you tell me what you’re doing right now at (Huge Audiobook Company)?’ I paused. Should I tell him the truth? I didn’t have long to deliberate, so I decided to be up front.”
In the interest of helpfulness, here’s how you handle that: “I curate lifestyle-related content aimed at a mixed-gender audiences aged 18-54, employing both data-based understanding of our target audience and my skills as an English major to identify content that would appeal best to this audience.” (Or something like that.) It’s honest, it sells your skills, and it doesn’t get your resume tossed in the trash. Good luck.
The piss sweatshirt is a punishment not only for your friend, but for every single other customer and employee he encounters in that grocery store. And probably a non-negligible health hazard.
I used to restore furniture as a weird high-school hobby. Please have her get into this so we can experience the wonders of her trying to be Martha Stewart, buying an assload of weird handtools, ruining her nails with wood stain, splashing furniture stripper in her eye, etc., etc. Death by DIY would be such a good end for her.
A little gem to think about for the guy in the first story – people almost never announce a pregnancy before the 3-month mark, which means she may well have already been pregnant when you were with her a month ago.
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You made the girl dinner and she actually told you to your face it wasn’t what she wanted? To hell with her.
She literally sucks the joy and fun out of every single thing.
Winston Churchill, the leader most closely associated with this slogan, says from beyond the grave that you have no idea what you’re talking about.
Heat treatment is the only sure way to go – Google it. It’s significantly more expensive than pesticides, but you don’t have to pack up anything (except items that would explode, like aerosol cans), it’s done in a single half-day treatment, and everything. is. dead.
Halloween is the worst holiday if you’re surrounded by people like Girl & Friends. If you just like to chill with pumpkin beers, free candy, and horror movies, it is THE BEST.
Glad to help!
“‘Can you tell me what you’re doing right now at (Huge Audiobook Company)?’ I paused. Should I tell him the truth? I didn’t have long to deliberate, so I decided to be up front.”
In the interest of helpfulness, here’s how you handle that: “I curate lifestyle-related content aimed at a mixed-gender audiences aged 18-54, employing both data-based understanding of our target audience and my skills as an English major to identify content that would appeal best to this audience.” (Or something like that.) It’s honest, it sells your skills, and it doesn’t get your resume tossed in the trash. Good luck.
The piss sweatshirt is a punishment not only for your friend, but for every single other customer and employee he encounters in that grocery store. And probably a non-negligible health hazard.
So, the roommate they didn’t like who moved out probably took their bedbugs and spread them to his next set of roommate, yes?
I’m genuinely sorry. I had no idea and I hope you’re well.
“…if it’s because I went through a clichéd eating disorder phase or what…”
You really are the absolute fucking worst person on this site.
In fairness, for a huge number of people in D.C., even basic first-date questions like “What do you do?” necessarily bring politics into the mix.
I used to restore furniture as a weird high-school hobby. Please have her get into this so we can experience the wonders of her trying to be Martha Stewart, buying an assload of weird handtools, ruining her nails with wood stain, splashing furniture stripper in her eye, etc., etc. Death by DIY would be such a good end for her.
A little gem to think about for the guy in the first story – people almost never announce a pregnancy before the 3-month mark, which means she may well have already been pregnant when you were with her a month ago.
Cheers.
Created an account literally just to celebrate this day with all of you.
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