People might think it’s an easy job, but imagine being on the road for 18 hours, hauling 10 tons of whatever-it-is, without anyone to talk to, but the drone of radio and passing cars?
As our friendship escalates in intensity, I feel that I, being your borderline platonic/romantic companion, am obligated to advise you to terminate your relationship with the Anonymous Nobody Male.
He is not texting back. Do you think he is waiting for something or busy or what?!
An hour later, I received a follow-up email. “It’s 8:15 where you are. You have until 8:37 to reply. Then I start the distribution.”
Are Americans prudes? Some people think so. After all, the country that gave the world Elvis’s hips, free love, and Porn Valley is also a land founded by Puritans, given to legislating what goes on in the bedroom, and perpetually outraged by the sexual dalliances of politicians (though, to be fair, even the Italians are getting fed up with presidential philandering).
Make a pact with your friends to never force each other into ugly/unflattering bridesmaids dresses.
Although the United States is a great place to live, people believe that there are things that can be changed to further this great nation. Let’s see what they have to say.
Here’s a list of 19 people that did some regrettable things for love. Found on Quora’s “What’s the stupidest thing you’ve done for love?” thread.
More often than concert tickets or videogames, you enthusiastically purchase boring, cliché adult stuff like a toaster or a shower rod or Tums or light bulbs.
The best part? The look of fear on her face during the whole thing because she didn’t know how many she put up there in the first place.
I never thought I would still be nomadic. My original round-the-world trip was only supposed to last one year before I went back home, found a “real” job, settled down, and by now, be married, have a house, 2.5 children, and complain about my retirement fund to my friends.
I know this sounds ridiculous, but like I’m 26 and whenever I meet someone who’s 22 or 23—even if I love them—I’m just like, “Go back into the oven because you aren’t done yet.”
We were always at each other’s throats, able to magically tear each other apart and push each other’s buttons epically.
You have a mutual favorite movie or show that the two of you can quote down to the last line. Everyone has learned to hate your conversations that exist only between the two of you and are entirely comprised of quotes from said movie. It has basically become your second language.
When it comes to smoking, I believe that some people can simply accept the fact that they smoke.
