I’m not trying to downplay love and emotion here, but once you reach a certain level of affluence, the whole “cheaper to keep her” argument gains a lot of validity.
I have a real fear that people will realize just how good life is down South, move here in droves, and completely screw it up. I’ve lived in both places, and there is no amount of money you could pay me to leave the Southern U.S. for the Northeast again.
Cops, by and large, are a bunch of dicks. I have a lot of friends that are cops, and they are all really great guys, but when they put their badge on, they turn into dicks. They will tell you that they turn into dicks. It’s what they are trained to do. I’m not trying to disparage them here, they have to be dicks. They come in contact with scum a lot more than most professions, and everytime they pull someone over, they have to assume that he or she has a gun and will try to shoot them. It’s a tough way to make a buck, and I don’t mind them being dicks, as long as they do their jobs in a fair and legal manner. Some jobs just require that you have to be an asshole, much like HR.
Hungover and highways. Those are my two biggest triggers as well, but mine only happen when I’m a passenger. I’m usually ok when I’m driving. I take Ativan when I feel one coming on. It’s a lot milder than Xanax and you can take more than one if the first doesn’t get you enough relief. Plus, you can still function on them. It might help you with having to “flake out.” Best of luck, bud.
How do you get that Kelly took O’Reilly to town? If anything, O’Reilly made the most logically sound argument. Kelly self-invalidated most every point she was trying to make.
One of two things happened here: Either you were too busy staring at her to listen (which is understandable), or you keep posting headlines like this to piss us off and get us to comment. Or maybe you’ve just been in Austin too long.
One can make a case for anything when you pick and choose which arguments you wish to cite and which you leave out. You could convince a primitive Amazonian tribesman that Saddam Hussein was a good man if you only showed them pictures of him throwing bread to the homeless and playing with injured children.
Case in point: Burger King. I read that a liberal lawmaker from Ohio is proposing a boycott of the fast food chain because they’re moving the company to Canada via the purchase of their canuck counterpart, Tom Horton’s.
Maybe he’d be better off trying to figure out how a country modeled after European political ideologies has become more business-friendly than the US of A. It used to be that Canada, to quote Mr. Robin Williams was “like the loft apartment above a really great party.” Well, it looks more and more like it’s last call at the party, and late night is upstairs. I hope our generation will wake the hell up.
There’s a big difference between psychiatrists and psychologists. Namely, psychiatrists are MDs that can prescribe narcotics and have usually completed a fellowship after medical school and residency. They also earn well into six figures. Psychologists have a generally useless four year degree and are normally glorified counselors or academic researchers. I’d say that mid-70s for that type of work is pretty good.
Where do you get that these companies “are the most profitable in America?” Selection to that index is mainly attributed to market cap and trade volume, not profitability. Most of these companies (with the exception of the REITs) posted losses or loss carry-forwards and as such, do not incur tax liability. Plus their shareholders are already taxed on dividends. Please don’t be another uninformed, sensationalist blog-hole. You’re too good for that.
If this loss doesn’t make you feel like a piece of your childhood is gone, or a small part of your heart is missing, I feel for you. There will never be another like Robin Williams.
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Also known as the “I’d like to speak to a manager” haircut.
I’m not trying to downplay love and emotion here, but once you reach a certain level of affluence, the whole “cheaper to keep her” argument gains a lot of validity.
Whoa. With all that sand in your vagina, you could be a ticking time-bomb.
I have a real fear that people will realize just how good life is down South, move here in droves, and completely screw it up. I’ve lived in both places, and there is no amount of money you could pay me to leave the Southern U.S. for the Northeast again.
Cops, by and large, are a bunch of dicks. I have a lot of friends that are cops, and they are all really great guys, but when they put their badge on, they turn into dicks. They will tell you that they turn into dicks. It’s what they are trained to do. I’m not trying to disparage them here, they have to be dicks. They come in contact with scum a lot more than most professions, and everytime they pull someone over, they have to assume that he or she has a gun and will try to shoot them. It’s a tough way to make a buck, and I don’t mind them being dicks, as long as they do their jobs in a fair and legal manner. Some jobs just require that you have to be an asshole, much like HR.
Hungover and highways. Those are my two biggest triggers as well, but mine only happen when I’m a passenger. I’m usually ok when I’m driving. I take Ativan when I feel one coming on. It’s a lot milder than Xanax and you can take more than one if the first doesn’t get you enough relief. Plus, you can still function on them. It might help you with having to “flake out.” Best of luck, bud.
Adderall is still option number one in these types of situations.
Did I miss something?
How do you get that Kelly took O’Reilly to town? If anything, O’Reilly made the most logically sound argument. Kelly self-invalidated most every point she was trying to make.
One of two things happened here: Either you were too busy staring at her to listen (which is understandable), or you keep posting headlines like this to piss us off and get us to comment. Or maybe you’ve just been in Austin too long.
Anything in finance with the word “analyst” behind it is pretty close to entry-level.
One can make a case for anything when you pick and choose which arguments you wish to cite and which you leave out. You could convince a primitive Amazonian tribesman that Saddam Hussein was a good man if you only showed them pictures of him throwing bread to the homeless and playing with injured children.
Case in point: Burger King. I read that a liberal lawmaker from Ohio is proposing a boycott of the fast food chain because they’re moving the company to Canada via the purchase of their canuck counterpart, Tom Horton’s.
Maybe he’d be better off trying to figure out how a country modeled after European political ideologies has become more business-friendly than the US of A. It used to be that Canada, to quote Mr. Robin Williams was “like the loft apartment above a really great party.” Well, it looks more and more like it’s last call at the party, and late night is upstairs. I hope our generation will wake the hell up.
There’s a big difference between psychiatrists and psychologists. Namely, psychiatrists are MDs that can prescribe narcotics and have usually completed a fellowship after medical school and residency. They also earn well into six figures. Psychologists have a generally useless four year degree and are normally glorified counselors or academic researchers. I’d say that mid-70s for that type of work is pretty good.
Where do you get that these companies “are the most profitable in America?” Selection to that index is mainly attributed to market cap and trade volume, not profitability. Most of these companies (with the exception of the REITs) posted losses or loss carry-forwards and as such, do not incur tax liability. Plus their shareholders are already taxed on dividends. Please don’t be another uninformed, sensationalist blog-hole. You’re too good for that.
Boutros Boutros-Ghali!
If this loss doesn’t make you feel like a piece of your childhood is gone, or a small part of your heart is missing, I feel for you. There will never be another like Robin Williams.
I’m Ron Burgundy?
Dad: “That’s an interesting idea. Who told you that?”
Boyfriend: “Oh it’s just something I picked up from ‘The New Yorker.'”
Dad: “Get out. Just get the fuck out.”
You shouldn’t be eating turkey unless it’s on a dagwood or you killed it yourself.
Finally something for the traditional, skinny tie-hating, heterosexual, red-blooded American man. God bless and keep you, sir.
Did this make anyone else crave a piece of bubble gum?