Everything is so PC nowadays. I remember before it was shortened, the old saying was:
βDonβt cry over spilled milk, or Iβll punch you in the face.β
Everything is so PC nowadays. I remember before it was shortened, the old saying was:
βDonβt cry over spilled milk, or Iβll punch you in the face.β
Do we need to give up our seat on the bus to little kids? Arenβt they young enough to handle standing on the bus? When I was a little kid, no one gave me their seat. Carrying bags of groceries in both hands, the only way I could hang on was with my teeth on a pole, while as usual, some guyβs briefcase kept bouncing off my head. I chipped a few teeth, and one time I was foaming at the mouth, so I had to get a tetanus shot with a rusty needle, which is okay because thatβs what tetanus shots are for, anyway.
So should I give up my seat to a little kid? Asking for a friend.
I’m back home after visiting family in Argentina.
Great to be with them, but wow, they’re always feeding me!
I felt like I was on a cruise ship, that’s been commandeered by a Jewish mother!
Note: Airbnb will no longer allow motorcycles to be driven in living rooms or kitchens.
No explanation given.
This year Yom Kippur falls on a Sabbath?!
Oy vey, no eating or electricity on a weekend?!
We struggled for this?!
(By the way, that’s a lot of questions answering questions, also known as Jewish Haiku.)
Religion lost me after that story about the talking snake. Maybe if they used a parrot, I might have stuck around a little longer. But eventually, religion would’ve lost me anyway, trying to explain how Noah found two penguins in the middle of the desert.
πBig Tech convention in San Francisco this week.
So many pedestrians on their smartphone.
I feel like the Millennium Falcon dodging through an asteroid field.
Overheard from HR office:
“Only six weeks maternity leave?!
What am I, a fruit fly?!“