By definition a fetus is not a fully developed human…
don’t keep sweatin’ what I do 'cause I’m gonna be just fine
By definition a fetus is not a fully developed human…
Haha we were all obnoxious young punks at one time. Probably why I love Authority Song so much.
I’m glad you like the rec!
Yeah they’re both in their early to mid 70s now. Both had music out in the '80s & '90s, and both embraced a blue collar vibe, albeit in different ways.
My favorite Mellencamp song is Authority Song
I came here for more moss…
Married with Children is still hilarious. It’s dated but since I lived through that time, it doesn’t feel super dated, if that makes sense.
Congrats, this is the saddest thing I’ve read all month and it’s fucking Christmastime.
Vision. It gets hard to read in low light, driving at night is tough, you can’t quite figure out how close or far to hold a book or phone.
Alcohol. You just don’t shake it off like you did when you were younger. Now you really think about whether that next drink will be worth the shitty sleep.
Money. You talk about property taxes and 401k contributions more often than you ever thought you would.
Patience. You’re more patient with kids and your parents, and way less patient with everything else.
Daily
Like actually unaware? I’m intrigued.
Lems are great wide-toed shoes, and they’re about half the price of the Vivos I had. They’re comfy, plus also great for orthotics.
This movie sticks with me. Such a brutal, dark, nasty movie, and it made me realize Colin Ferrell had actual acting talent. I’d never seen him in anything before and had this impression that he was just a pretty boy, kinda like McConaughey used to be.
Like, I completely get why Colm wanted to cut Pádriac off, he was so dull. But he was also so open-hearted, and so I empathized with both characters.
When Pádraic follows the trail of fingers… you know the scene I mean. I lost it, just fucking bawled my eyes out. That movie pulled no punches. It was amazing but I never want to watch it again.
That snoofer is mesmerizing
…I mean, welcome to the internet?
My Catholic-ass mom reads a Catholic-ass newspaper and recently told me with complete confidence that Hillary Clinton was the “partial-birth abortion queen”. How do you even have a conversation with someone who’s ingested so much propaganda?
I always thought “Robin laid an egg” was wordplay for “Robin farted”, especially because it comes after “Batman smells”.