Like other people, us four-eyes enjoy seeing and hate being blinded.RE shards:I broke my glasses quite a few times but the glass itself never shattered, it was always the frame that snapped or the glasses got scratched so badly they were useless.
I'd invite Tucker to a movie party. We'd watch a double-feature: first, Jennifer's Body, and second, Teeth. I'd tie him up, just so he'd stay still, but I'd make sure he got home safe and sound because it's not like I'm a monster or anything.
Oh no, excuse me if I implied I was lumping the two together in reality, but in the minds of the bible-thumping holier-than-thou types, any combination of the above is worthy of automatic scorn.
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By "dealer" you mean "gay prostitute", right?
Seems like some people actually enjoy shards of plastic or glass in their eyeballs...
/also had glasses since 9 y.o.
Because Fucker Snarlson is a crybaby snowflake and had his precious fee-fees hurt?
You forgot to add © and ™ John Scalzi.
Also, it now exists physically!http://whatever.scalzi.com/...
> Bud Light is the most popular beer in the country.
Given the quantity of rednecks and frat boys looking for a cheap buzz, I'm not surprised, just disappointed.
Like other people, us four-eyes enjoy seeing and hate being blinded.RE shards:I broke my glasses quite a few times but the glass itself never shattered, it was always the frame that snapped or the glasses got scratched so badly they were useless.
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"Thanks to me they were right!"
Thankfully, lens shattering is rare.
For me it's temple hinges snapping or nose pieces getting lost.
I guess we're just glossing over the whole traitor in the White House bit when we jump to all the evil leftists wishing him ill?
I for one wouldn't dream of throwing a small party if he was struck by lightning. Who has time for small parties?
Me too! On the internet! Just now!
It's gotta be true.
I'd invite Tucker to a movie party. We'd watch a double-feature: first, Jennifer's Body, and second, Teeth. I'd tie him up, just so he'd stay still, but I'd make sure he got home safe and sound because it's not like I'm a monster or anything.
Glad to know I was an ocean away from his school.
No. You might be a dealer AND a gay prostitute, but one does not require the other.
Oh no, excuse me if I implied I was lumping the two together in reality, but in the minds of the bible-thumping holier-than-thou types, any combination of the above is worthy of automatic scorn.
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