hey mtv! welcome to my crib. It's a beautiful 4br 2.5 bath mansion in the heart of philly. Oh? The .5 bath? It's actually .25 and .25 split between the kitchen and the porch
Unsatisfying answer...we don't really know why.
The use of the figurative meaning of 'baggage' dates back to the late 19th century. So it's relatively new.
For whatever reason, 'luggage' has retained its literalness and 'baggage' hasn't.
Shared an uber with my 24 y/o coworker and when it arrived they were like "uhhh do you know how to open a tesla door" which is just not something I expected to hear from a zoomer in the year of our lord 2026
My parents forced me to take this game when they were giving me all my childhood things and for a second I said "you could just give it to a thrift shop" before reconsidering and now..... I've decided to never sell her
Goofyโs antics are risible, and Donaldโs neuroticism is relatable. Mickey, however, stands for nothing, and thus falls for everything. I do not like the mouse.
There is a man living in what is essentially our attic who is out of the house from 7-10 every day. He is a mystery to me. But he also paid a month of rent so I am happy that he is here
It pisses me off when Europeans say things like: Eh, the brekkafast? Pfffft. It is noting. One cappuccino. Maybe square of dark-a chocolate. Maybe one biscotti I share-a with mi Nona, and even she say, โGiuseppe, you eat-a like hog in-a the shit. The minute you see-a da biscotti, your face become stupid. Not hungry. Stupid like farm animal hearing the bucket. No more biscotti for you, Giuseppe. It is time to make-a da ravioli for da village. One ravioli for entire village.โ We are not like-a you Americans, with the pancake, the syrup, the Costco, the cheese from-a the canโit go spssssht, like this: SPSSSHTโonto what? Onto another cheese? You eat-a the brekkafast from the bucket, in the car, on the way to second brekkafast. This is Tuesday for you. The bread is cake. The cake is brekkafast. The brekkafast is soup. The soup is cereal. The cereal is blue. Why. What is this Costco you love? A city? A man? I do not know. You are always going there. You go to the Costco, you come-a back, you are crying, you donโt know why, you have purchased 40 pounds of shrimp. For what. For who.