Michael Newman50 said:3. pork—whenever I see it served up on New Year's Eve, lukewarm like some side dish for a French lieutenant... ugh. 🙂
🙏 🙏
I don't touch cod—and honestly, I'm not exactly a fan of French food either. ☕
Michael Newman50 said:Anyone else remember that old commercial? "Decorate your holiday table with all kinds of sweets for luck that reaches the heavens!" Man, that line was everywhere.
Oh man, I remember that! What was the deal with that again? 🤔
Every single time I turn on that MTV trash, for some reason, it’s always Ladytron playing. Seriously—what is up with this sugary-sweet band? Absolute garbage. 🙂
Mom's busy kneading the dough for the pot roast. 🙂
Sean Lee7 said:Not my old man. He’s definitely old school.
Dad didn't say anything, but Mom was already scouting out the perfect spot on the wall to hang it.😁
My mom is just weird about this stuff. Back when I was around 7th grade, watching "Stranger Things," she actually bought me a Nick Cave shirt—then we started looking at what else they had, and Mom just grabs one and goes, "Oh, I love this one!" It was a Dead Kennedys - In God We Trust shirt.🙏 🙏 🙏 😍
miss l on the road said:The #1 best greeting ever:
every girl would want a Santa Claus looking like that 😈
Ugh, no way I'd want a Santa like that🙂 only a young Peter Murphy could pull off wearing nothing but thongs😬 but this guy? He wouldn't fit through the door, let alone in a thong—I'm telling you, thong or no thong...
And here I was thinking they were called little pills🤔
I’ve never once felt that dark, deathly urge while listening to Joy Division. Honestly, when New Order comes on, I’m more likely to end up feeling slightly annoyed—thanks to a few specific tracks—than actually cheerful. Personally, I’d much rather dance to Joy Division 🙂
And don't even get me started on when people play "She's in Parties" out loud. It’s always that song. They've completely ruined it for me 😠 plus, I have some seriously irritating memories tied to it...
I just completely tune them out. Ever since I saw their lead singer—what’s his name, honestly, who cares?—running straight into the middle of one of those massive street fights between the punks and the skins, just to grab one of the main skin leaders in town, give him a hug, and buy him a round of beers. 🙄 🙂
Carol Jackson45 said:2. 2. Mikik (honestly, it feels like basically every kid my age had one of these little pests)
Man, I’ve got two of them myself—one big, one small! 😍 They’ve already caused quite a bit of trouble 😳 😁
A sweet little secret... geez, it actually took me a few seconds to realize what we were talking about 😬 I haven't heard that term mentioned in about 7867436279269278954870294 years.
"Barbie—which has been Mattel's massive bestseller since way back in 1959—was recently used in a study involving kids aged 7 to 11 to see if they still connected with their early childhood.
The responses from the hundred or so participants were honestly pretty shocking.
'The doll sparked rejection, hatred, and even violence. Girls seem to think torturing Barbie is just some acceptable way to have fun—they actually find the whole thing kind of cool,' noted Dr. Agnes Nairn from the University of Bath.
'The ways they mess with the doll range from pulling hair to decapitation, burning, hitting, or even putting her in the microwave. Interestingly, when asked why they reject Barbie, the girls mostly say she’s too babyish. By denying Barbie, they’re essentially trying to distance themselves from their own past.'
Boys, on the other hand, show a much higher level of nostalgia and attachment toward Action Man.''
ari peka nikkola said:Uh, what even is PCR? And is there like, a bathroom break or a beer break during this thing?😕
It's a polymerase chain reaction. Now you get it.😬
Honestly, you basically get a few hours to hit the restroom—you just forget about it unless the power goes out. The only thing is, I always run a "hot start," so I have to watch my clock to make sure I don't miss any steps or mess up the timing, but otherwise, worrying about breaks is just wasting time.🙂
Man, whenever I try to find the right word, I end up gesturing wildly with my hands and feet—it gets pretty awkward when I’m mid-training session at work. To make matters worse, I went way too hard partying last night and barely caught a wink of sleep.😬
Carol Jackson45 said:My cousin—whenever she just can't be bothered to actually think—starts saying stuff like "that old devil" or "the devil himself"... It wouldn't be funny if she hadn't recently landed a job as an announcer at Catholic Radio, where you definitely aren't supposed to be dropping names like the devil or other little beasts. 🤣
Rule 🤣
Every single day while I'm waiting for the bus, I get a front-row seat to the latest headlines from the Vatican Gazette 🙂
Back in high school, I had this habit—if I couldn't remember the name of the class we had next and needed to ask someone about it, I’d just start rattling off every subject that popped into my head until I finally hit the right one. It always triggered total panic attacks in my classmates; they’d all start frantically questioning me like, "Wait, do we have Biology or History today?!" 😱 😱 😁
And yeah, my dad gave me a seriously weird look during my whole "Terminator-Predator-RADIATOR!!!!!" outburst 😬