This is my job description basically. My job is pretty much to automate myself out of a job. I try not to work too hard. Even if I did manage to mechanize myself out of a job, I’m in a small industry so I could take the same processes into another field.
You don’t want to be invited to happy hour. You don’t want to be asked to lunch. You don’t want your friends to get you to go out on the weekend. You don’t want to be asked to go shopping, to the movies, or just to hang out…
The real hispters are going to sacrifice you The Lottery-style to their god, who I can only assume is Kim Deal or one of the guys from the Silver Jews.
The imagery in the first paragraph about “weak 15-year-old arms” has Dorn fully erect.
This is my job description basically. My job is pretty much to automate myself out of a job. I try not to work too hard. Even if I did manage to mechanize myself out of a job, I’m in a small industry so I could take the same processes into another field.
That’s not meant to be sarcastic. Why does that sound sarcastic?
“Help. Me. Sharon…”
You’re self-employed as a career coach, so you got yourself a writing gig on a website that markets to working millennials.
You’re a fucking genius.
“Fran Drescher and Pitbull singing ‘Lips of an Angel'”
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There’s other great stuff there; you should check it out.
It would’ve taken you about two minutes to find the guy who made all of these and link to his webpage.
This is an un-credited repost from Reddit. You guys can’t deny that you do this all the time and then turn around a crucify the Fat Jew guy.
How often do you go on man-dates, Will?
Would you say it shakes you to your very foundation?
I laughed out loud at “Violently Single.”
I love a good geographical Aleutian.
You don’t want to be invited to happy hour. You don’t want to be asked to lunch. You don’t want your friends to get you to go out on the weekend. You don’t want to be asked to go shopping, to the movies, or just to hang out…
Sounds like you just don’t want friends….
The real hispters are going to sacrifice you The Lottery-style to their god, who I can only assume is Kim Deal or one of the guys from the Silver Jews.
Thanks for pointing that out. I don’t think Kendra listened to the Decemberists in junior high…
Why would I know that? What am I, a truck driver?
Also, that’s irrelevant to my two points. Starting with a leg-up makes her more…fuck-me-sideways i dunno…inspirational?
Oh cool. Copypasta from Reddit. DeFries, your shit has been really hit-or-miss lately.
A) She doesn’t write her own songs.
B) She’s famous ’cause her daddy bought a share of a record label so they’d sign her.
I hold these things against her, but I don’t hate Taylor Swift.
Wow. Before I thought you just didn’t have anything interesting to say. Now it’s that and that you’re a spoiled brat.
Fuck yes–that movie’s the shit.