When I& #39;m in pain, the answer is usually opening an electrolysis salon in Boulder.
Bruh. I& #39;ve been there my whole life.
I don& #39;t even have a joke here, but I would like to know how one enjoys the scent of sunshine.
Why can& #39;t people just stick to registry?
(Clouds are water vapor, by the way.)
This is legit cool, but there& #39;s gotta be an easier way to get a telescope in L.A.
(FYI, Woodland Hills Camera & Telescope rents telescopes in LA.)
I suppose if you are the sort of person who has an analogy ready to go when your friend falls for a greeter, it& #39;s not surprising that it would be about Saks.
(I should say, a slightly appalled analogy, as though it were declasse to fall for a greeter, as though you lived a life with enough greeters in it that you had assigned them a subordinate status, and you expected the same of your friends.)
I was like, I grew up in New York and definitely never heard of this neighborhood. That& #39;s weird. But actually, it& #39;s not.
Imagine the only way to seduce someone was to fly cross-country AND lie about the reason why AND you have to go to New Jersey. I would give up on love first.
Honestly, I& #39;m not sure where you would live to make a winter home in Indiana make sense. Nunavut?