

I was trying to recover my Steam password last night and failed so many of those “check all the boxes with MOTORCYCLES” that it stopped even letting me try anymore. Fucking broken bullshit.
I was trying to recover my Steam password last night and failed so many of those “check all the boxes with MOTORCYCLES” that it stopped even letting me try anymore. Fucking broken bullshit.
*Mildly inflammatory
It was delivered badly here, but is not innately bad.
Honestly, if it was the other way around and the rich boyfriend was coming to a backyard bbq in the country, he’d feel uncomfortable wearing a suit probably, and it would help to give him a heads up on the “local customs.”
Trying to make sure two cultures are able to mesh well so that everyone gets along isn’t a bad thing. It was delivered badly here, but is not innately bad.
The '70s were a different time.
My dad’s collection was on the magazine rack in the bathroom.
More cheese than … not cheese.
My favorite is:
“No added sugars”
“No added salt”
“No added preservatives”
It’s a bag of rice.
(You forgot to use bullet points.)
Suicide nets.
1000 is a percent.
Password length is more secure than complexity.
At least if you ever forget it, they’ll be able to email it to you.
You have now confirmed that there is a person behind the phone number.
At least it wasn’t also behind one of those asinine display doors that has a screen on it telling you what might be inside.
I am totally okay with that.
Some judicious slicing to make the “chins” more pointy would work.