True story. Went to middle school with a girl who had an American mother and a Vietnamese father. His English was passable, but he was far from fluent. He wanted to give his daughter a pretty English word that he liked the sound of: Diarrhea.
Their last name was Ng. Her name would have literally been “Diarrhea-Ing”
Fortunately, her mother put a stop to that and “Stephanie” was forever thankful.
You don’t always have to fuck her hard…
The Ultimate Green Party
Rock it, my dude! Gender roles are for squares!
Also, have you heard of Mark Bryan? I swear that man puts any chance of me in a skirt to shame [doesn’t stop me from trying though!]
Four Corners area. Navajo fry bread, I still dream about it. Also the Smithsonian has a Native American museum with a great cafeteria, all things considered. It was under renovation last time I went. I hope it still good, if not better.
Wet socks
Idea: George Bush’s opponent doing a great dance.
Y’know. For the Al-Gore-rhythm.
Plouton was the god of wealth iirc so maybe him?
I would totally be okay with all of these.
Televised Pistol Shrimps is my new grunge band name
Glorious
Groovy
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Now do Puddingfingers DeSantis
Bunch of dragons with no St. George in sight.
Tim Minchin’s Lullaby forever plays in my mind
You doing things for you is fine.
It’s when other people need to change their behaviors that it becomes a problem.
Exchange rotisserie chicken for entire homemade pecan pie, and yeah.