A man just walked past me and said “excuse me, but you look very nice tonight darlin” I said thank you and he said you’re welcome and walked off. And that is how you compliment a woman without harassing them
No, that is still unsolicited, and thus, harassment. No amount of “darlins” is gonna make me not want to punch your ass for coming on to me without provocation.
UR SO STUPID
(Source: mrssaberhagen, via sirkowski)
OMFG. THIS. SHOW.
well, this puts everything in a new perspective.
She’s right though. And the best way to improve is to draw comics anyway. (what’s the name of this?)
"Aoi Honoo". http://asianwiki.com/Aoi_Honoo
what happened in roughly 1870 though
why was there temporary internet
with a few people searching for pokemon?
It’s a search of Google books, but the question still stands, what the Fuck happened in 1870
I CAN ANSWER THIS!!
In the Cornish dialect of English, Pokemon meant ‘clumsy’ (pure coincidence).
In the mid 1800s there was a surge of writing about the Cornish language and dialect in an attempt to preserve them with glossaries and dictionaries being written. I wrote about it HERE.
I just love that this post happened to find the ONE HUMAN ON THE INTERNET who had the answer to this question
(Source: neilcicierega, via sirkowski)
So I booted up SW:TOR today, after not having played it in well over a year. It’s weird when you return to an MMO after not having played it in so long. I have all these quests which I don’t remember who gave them to me or where or what the purpose of these quests was in the story line or who I’m supposed to meet. I guess I can pretend I got bonked on the head and have amnesia.
Then I had to redo all my skills because they got turfed and I have no idea what does what anymore. So it’s not even like real amnesia where you at least get to keep your skills.
They’ve also introduced new stuff to the game. There’s these things called Strongholds which I assume are like little Sims houses in the game that you can decorate. I don’t understand why I would want one, at least not from the point of view of my character. I have a ship. It’s a pretty big ship and it has everything I need in it. Here’s the galley, here’s the cargo hold, here’s the tsundere girl who is actually a princess, here is a big wookie who will rip the arms off anyone who threatens me, here is the lovable if somewhat naive farmboy, here is my big bed where the farmboy does my pooper, here’s my locker where I have apparently now imprisoned a wee little Jawa whose sole purpose is to float around on a balloon to assist me in my celebrations. My ship rocks.
Seriously why would I want a house? The only reason I have a house in the real world is because I don’t have a space smuggler’s ship I can fly around the galaxy in. If I ever get one of those then I’m just going to put a sign on my house that says “free house” and let it be someone else’s problem. I suspect if space smuggler ships were commonly available the entire housing market would crash because nobody would want a house, ever.
Welp, off I go to kill bugs. I don’t know why I’m killing bugs, somebody asked me to kills some a little over a year ago and I guess it seemed like a good idea at the time. I suspect when I return from this quest the guy who gave it to me is going going to say “Jesus fucking Christ, that was over a fucking year ago! We ended up calling an exterminator instead. No you’re not getting your fucking reward.”
But I won’t care. I have a smuggler’s space ship and a big farm boy who likes anal sex.
I would eagerly go into debt for a galaxy-traveling home.