Well, st Luigi doesn’t have a million dollar legal team to stall the proceedings until he can become president and just quash the whole thing by extending the polite convention.

Well, st Luigi doesn’t have a million dollar legal team to stall the proceedings until he can become president and just quash the whole thing by extending the polite convention.

More like a big switch. ;-)

Look, man. I only have so many thoughts and prayers at a time. I gotta recharge from an outlay like … that other suit.

Fun fact: my old boss was on the team who wrote the code for the time clock that was so granular and cruel that it drove the first dood to go haywire and shooty.

Learning it was a punch clock and micro-management behind it, you’re not surprised a bit.

A person can do both.

In Trump’s case it would be on 5th avenue in broad daylight.

Just a joke though.

Maybe if you get another vote?

people that

Why write ‘that’ instead of ‘who’ ?

Only expected so much from a guy who refers to people like they were mere things.

… And only the first one’s the right one. #dieOnThisHill

Well he landed there. But he’s not there now, not for a while. Nor the town: that’s on the mainland (aka the Big Island with Moncton and New Denver on it) .

Fun fact: there’s a Victoria Island but Victoria isn’t there either, the person nor the town.

Just put a great big garbage bag over the country and start sucking.

Canada : “holding it for the Clovis people”

I’m just happy the line on the west is so thick and dark. I’m not used to this kind of representation for the Island and I’m loving the token charity there.

atleast

\sigh

I’ve been to places where the tip WAS about the service. When the ten best restaurants in the world - some kind of Michelin thing in 2001 - included just one American restaurant, I happened to have eaten at that place that year.

And. It. Was. Amazing.

The food was excellent. The wine went well, cheap and pricy both. The service is now my fucking gold standard as it was a rolling magic trick the entire time. We spoke in privacy but seemed never alone. They had what we needed when we needed it, with a superhuman awareness that I never could hope to have when I turned tables and spun plates. The waiter had hands when he needed them, who’d then disappear like ninjas in fog immediately after. Pull the course for the next and the table grooming began like infantry doing toothbrush work, focused and fast. Dessert was not taken: you never get dessert where you got your main. Coffee was suddenly lazy and hushed and introspective, steam curling up to the recessed dim warm lights high above.

The cheque came and the bistromathics forgotten. This cheque went away with embellishment the size of an hour’s cab ride, each way. And twice that still. And someone needs to chase payback tomorrow but keeps a stunning souvenir tonight.

Worth every red cent. For the food was Divine but the service set the standard. And I’d do that again in a moment.

The Holdovers: https://justwatch.com/ca/movie/the-holdovers

Tell us you have red hair without using those words.

Only in America. Where there’s guns, there’s accidental death.

I say ban the guns so the vigilantes need to use cricket bats. Sell the surveillance tapes for PPV.

Thinks like that pizza guy movie with the neck bomb. Real life more absurd than art.