One of my pet peeves is when somebody uses the word masturbate as a verb in relation to give another person pleasure. Example: we were six cars behind at the Taco Bell drive-thru so I masturbated him until it was our turn to order.
I appreciate the city taking measures to prevent pedestrians from getting hit by cars, but pedestrians also need to participate in their not-getting-hit.
There’s a commercial where a little girl ruthlessly hunts Easter eggs, stealing them out from under other kids, while the song Maniac from Flashdance can be heard. I’m glad that the song is finally being used for the context for which it was originally intended.
Whenever I have to change my password at work (for security reasons), I like to sing out my new password for all to hear so I won’t type the old one when logging in.
So I just thought that someone was playfully touching my ass at the bar. Nope, apparently some short dancing girl’s purse brushed against my butt four times.
Late last year, the heel of my favorite pair of Smurf socks gave out. I was really upset because I didn’t have many pairs of Smurf socks. What I didn’t know then was that 2024 was going to be the year of Smurf socks!