Worst party ever.

By this definition, Xolo wouldn’t fit because the x in Xolo is somewhere between sh- and ch-. It’s a Nahuatl word and many (if not all) Xs are sh-/ch-.

Sorry for being pedantic.

This is a valid point, and therein lies the brilliance of Trumpism—he rattles off enough inane babble, no one can remember exactly what he said at any given moment, nor can anyone be certain about what it is he meant even with on-the-record statements.

There is no object truth with convicted felon Donald J. Trump—just relative truths where the narrowest window is blown completely out of proportion and we’re left with interpreting the exact size of said window.

The worst part about this is that we’re left in the lurch squabbling over what is essentially word diarrhea. At this point, to most of us here, I don’t think it actually matters any more what he said—he’s a shit person spewing shit from his mouth and he has no business leading a country, let alone a business, and we agree on that.

But the objective truth is important, partly to hold ourselves to a higher standard than convicted felon Donald J Trump, but also to clarify misinfo as much as we can for the sake of posterity.

You forgot to list other Trump records:

Most felonies for a candidate of a major party. Most impeached candidate Only candidate to have advised the public to inject or drink bleach

I’m sure I’m forgetting some others.

I definitely recommend going to the Butter Museum in Cork which is essentially a Kerrygold museum.

my favorite feature is that it’s a smart device—you connect it with your phone via proprietary app and it tells you the temperature of your counter top. Also for a low monthly subscription fee it will also recite the screen play of a random episode of friends in 4 languages simultaneously, none of which are English, Spanish, Arabic, or Mandarin.

A miasma of post-Doritos farts, ass sweat, and uncleaned litter box.

The feeling of the spray hitting your skin will be akin to feeling piss aerosols/drops hit your leg when wearing shorts and using one of those urinals that extend to the floor.

I haven’t set an alarm for work in like 10+ years—i mostly trained my body to wake up around 6am. I say mostly because I do have the occasional hiccup and oversleep and I do set an alarm for important stuff (e.g., flights in the morning).

Raw?

It’s not that I’m not a morning person, it’s that I hate the realization of having woken up again.

I usually do natto and an egg (fried or raw, depending on how I feel). If I feel extra fancy, I throw in some shiokara in the mix—add some nice, salty ocean flavors to the slimy goodness.

I’ll just book AAF for 10 consecutive shows where they’re only allowed to play the smooth criminal cover.

I’ve had the xperia 5iv for a little over a year now and I’m pretty happy with it. It’s still not a small phone, but I think it’s among the smaller phones.

I also quite like the expandable storage and headphone jack.

If the sellers were truly serious about marketing these, they would’ve stuck a single hotdog in the package peaking out of the top of the pants.

This reminds me of the etymology of バカ (baka, stupid in Japanese).

I don’t know if that’s what’s intended or not.

No, if you want to assert dominance you piss on the leg of the person you’re trying to dominate in the style of Lyndon B Johnson.

One problem I used to have was using the wrong email address to send work-related stuff. Now, work stuff lives in outlook and my personal stuff lives in whatever non-outlook email client doesn’t suck.

This is not to say outlook is great—i fucking hate it.

Related to suicide ride, but I’m a millennial: I had a childhood friend who rode down a hill on the pegs once. He thought the best solution for slowing down mid-hill was to jump off.