It was cooked in Greece.
The lady didn’t like her lover’s many hang ups.
Paddy O'Furniture.
Kim-Jong-Uno!
No strings attached.
Harrison Fjord.
A Wicked Smart car
Apparently they enjoy dim sums in the morning
Sitar Hero.
A yawl.
... but they've all been quarantined.
Wawawa
Because he's a real fungi!
This comes as little surprise however, as Iceland’s Björk has always been worse than their byte.
Croissanthemums
I'm quite the music history buff- always have been. My first inkling as a college student was to explore turning this into a career. So I found a music museum, wrote an impassioned essay, and somehow landed the 12-week internship.
When I got there, I met the curator, a woman named Rhonda. Like me, she had grown up enjoying music and always wanting to know more. Thanks to grants and donors' generosity, she had helped continue the museum's legacy of showcasing what might otherwise be lost to history.
The tradition of the museum had always been to let the interns work in the orchestral wing. My assignment in particular was the string section.
Now I didn't know a whole lot about the string family, but I saw some really fine specimens and decided we could perhaps tell a broader story about the progression of the instruments. And so I began studying.
After about a week of studying, I went to Rhonda and asked if we could do something different here. She was very receptive to the idea and introduced me to her assistant, Dr. Will. His PhD was in history, natch, but he still relished having everyone call him Doctor. It was funny.
Dr. Will helped me learn so much about how the family of instruments developed over time, their overall cultural footprint, etc.
Did you know a fiddle and a violin are the same thing? Did you know the viola family dates back to the 16th C.? Vivaldi wrote 25 cello concertos!
I dazzled visitors with tales of the Stradivarius, Amati and Guarneri families. I noted the increase in neck length over time. I reassured them that despite the name catgut, no cat intestines were used in the creation of these instruments—but it sure might be sheep or goat.
Sadly, 12 weeks goes by quickly when you're having fun, and I got enthusiastic letters of recommendation from Rhonda and Dr. Will, and I do miss them. Hello, you two.
I figured I could waltz (sorry) right in to more museum jobs later, but boy, was I mistaken.
I kept interviewing for the job, but after about the 10th cold shoulder, I had to find out what I was doing wrong. I had done such a good job, after all, right??????
So I fucking called the museum
got the guy who interviewed me on the line—and he wasn't thrilled to even talk to me. But I asked him, sir, why didn't I even get a call back? Weren't my qualifications good?
He said, yes, BUT.......
"...we simply can't hire someone who has exhibited a history of violins."
Hock.
The Sunni Playstation
What do you call a man with no arms and no legs .....at your front door? Matt
...in your swimming pool? Bob
....in your mailbox? Bill
What do you call a woman with no arms and no legs who is popular with the boys? Hedy
What do you call a woman with no arms and 1 leg? Eileen
What do you call a Chinese woman with no arms and 1 leg? Irene
are they called, "Placebo Flamingos"?
She could be Amanda Mandalorian DeLorean
But I've seen stranger things.
She asked, "is this the highest point in Thailand?"
I replied, "i don't know, it's up there".
The glances exchanged in that moment were some of my fondest memories of that trip.
In the kitchen this morning, he tells me: "Dad, you know the Spartans were really fierce, and they'd throw away old weapons. They thought that if it wasn't sharp, it didn't have a point."
He's an aye doctor.
People are just dying to get in there.
Boomer rang
Ra's berry.
I guess I see the appeel.
It was a twist ending.
A karmadillo.
Kingdom Hearts 3DM
Elfish Presley
“Eye of the Thai girl”
He wishes he’d never been Bourne.
Agriculture.
People are literally dying to get in
