On November 22, 2005 The first rant thread was launched and @thetrooper made the first rant:
That was over 92,000 rants ago.
That would work very naturally as a dad joke.Honestly, Millennials. Who do they think they are, walking around as if they rent the place?
It's not lame. It's just a reference that you people should get.It's kinda lame but at least it's not greek numerals again
And also you got a girlfriend… sometimes it's a win-win, sometimes a lose-lose.I have slipped significantly in my reading, enough so that I'm many books behind in my modest goal of 50 in 2022. I read over 100 last year.
Do I have to start giving people hints?God dammit people this is what happens when we let Tak snipe the serials.
The hulk will not be presented what the hell??
That's actually why I slipped. The time I'd normally spend reading is time spent on that now. Along with the trappings of such (like learning Swedish, and poetry).And also you got a girlfriend… sometimes it's a win-win, sometimes a lose-lose.
WHY DO YOU KNOW EVERY LANGUAGEI know, I did say a lose-lose.
btw do you want Swedish lessons?
On this specific issue, I have to stress that indeed these are non-gringo numerales.it's not greek numerals again
Eeehhhh.WHY DO YOU KNOW EVERY LANGUAGE
On this specific issue, I have to stress that indeed these are non-gringo numerales.
Eeehhhh.
Maybe I've just watched Wallander and the Caramelldansen vid too many times over.
Just an introductory class.
Fæn: common greeting
Jag hatar dig: I love you (useful for gilfriends)
Helvete: exclamation of admiration
Practice the pronunciation and then tell me how it went.
Fæn: common greeting
Jag hatar dig: I love you (useful for gilfriends)
Helvete: exclamation of admiration
Been there done that. When my pain was at its worst I would spend time walking in circles in the house or on the street until pain killers made life bearable. I lived with flare ups for about 2 years before I had the surgery. The operation was simple and recovery quick for me.My gallbladder attacks are getting much, much worse, if such a thing were possible. Last night was the worst one yet and it took three hours of exhausted pacing and downing anti-inflammatories like they're going out of style before it abated.
Speaking of which, my surgery referral was accepted ten months ago and I still haven't heard a peep. At this point I am genuinely suspecting I will not get it yanked out until I have to beg an ER to do it. I've given myself a limit of four hours for an attack before needing to seriously consider going. This is the closest I've come to that limit.