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When I'm in pain, the answer is usually opening an electrolysis salon in Boulder.
This is... woo. Relationship essay questions.
Bruh. I've been there my whole life.
The bar is low.
I don't even have a joke here, but I would like to know how one enjoys the scent of sunshine.
Why can't people just stick to registry?
Yeah, because fuck Picasso.
Yes. Because women are so infrequently multifaceted.
God. Medical school sounds insufferable.
What is happening?
(Clouds are water vapor, by the way.)
Once again, it is so surprising when women have varied interests and knowledge!
Him: She knew about Scotch! Hawt.
Her:
Her:
This is legit cool, but there's gotta be an easier way to get a telescope in L.A.
(FYI, Woodland Hills Camera & Telescope rents telescopes in LA.)
This might be the most actually relatable thing I have ever read in Vows.
I suppose if you are the sort of person who has an analogy ready to go when your friend falls for a greeter, it's not surprising that it would be about Saks.
(I should say, a slightly appalled analogy, as though it were declasse to fall for a greeter, as though you lived a life with enough greeters in it that you had assigned them a subordinate status, and you expected the same of your friends.)
Alexa, summarize the Vows section in three paragraphs.
I was like, I grew up in New York and definitely never heard of this neighborhood. That's weird. But actually, it's not.
Least New York Timesiest Shit of the Week
Everybody knows that Lake Wawasee and Kokomo are totally different worlds.
Direct correlation between cost of wine and level of gentlemanliness.
Imagine the only way to seduce someone was to fly cross-country AND lie about the reason why AND you have to go to New Jersey. I would give up on love first.
If you live in Indiana, there is no reason you should have a winter home in Indiana.
Honestly, I'm not sure where you would live to make a winter home in Indiana make sense. Nunavut?
Good thing they waited till the pandemic was over.
Another lovely Jewish wedding at the Bacon House.
OK, that's all. It's a day for celebration (I'll go back to railing at moderate Democrats tomorrow, when I have a Hartford City Council meeting to attend). Here are omelets I made this morning in the shape of swing states.
