One’s psyche (2 syllables) is one’s soul/personality/mind. It’s not a verb.
They all come from the Myth of Psyche (also 2 syllables) a princess loved by Cupid and disliked by his mom.
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OMG, I haven’t thought about one of those since I stopped taking ballet. Learned all those French spellings, never thought about how to spell the “Cyc” curtain/scrim, only that we were to stay well clear of it because it was super expensive and can’t be repaired. (Expensive bc huge seamless fabric stretched on a curved frame, and any repair would ruin the seamless illusion.)
Dude, don’t try to psych me out! You and I both know it’s:
🎶I know you know that I′m not telling the truth,
I know you know they just don’t have any proof.
Embrace the deception, learn how to bend
Your worst inhibitions tend to psych you out in the end🎶
Of course it is. Go rewatch a few episodes of “Psych!” to cure yourself.
To me your eyes look like a stormy gray sky. Wuthering.
Might as well put it back down on the table where it will be stable and Fluffy can curl up comfortably. It’s got a lid after all. Or better yet, put it on the floor. For cats, low is boring.
This isn’t going to cure tides, you know.
Doesn’t living in luxury while building wealth on the labor of others count as capitalism?
They didn’t post their vagene.
Feel free to wear a seethrough shirt
I back into my spot when I get home as a gift to Future Me. She’s always in a hurry.
Also, as a short person driving a raised/lowered minivan (floor is lowered so the whole is raised until it kneels as the ramp comes down) with a rear camera, it’s easier to back in exactly all the way than to see down over the hood.
You know what? I think I’ll go tell him exactly that! Use the stupid for good. Not only because kids should have to use their own initiative to get addicted to drugs, but it’s also too much plastic and sugar.
Oh, that’s a very good point!
Be very careful, boys (and others) have been killed by collapsing sand holes. No matter how fast their friends tried to dig them out. The sand is not just cutting off your air, and filling your mouth and nose if you try to inhale, it’s also a crushing weight on your lungs, much more than avalanche snow for instance. If you want to dig a hole deeper than your chest, do it in more-solid dirt, not sand.
Unfortunately, unless you have perfect aim and force, the person who can most quickly reuse the brick may be your intended victim. So just be ready for that.
Bottle opener. Or spoon, even. Just barely lift the edge of the lid to let in a little air.
I didn’t read the linked article but from skimming the intro, it seems they found that unprovoked men are more likely to be violent but hell hath no fury like a provoked woman?
I initially connected your previous sentence, so I incorrectly thought it was the victim statistics that evened out, and the disparity was because the male victims were provoking, i.e. asking for it.
All songs with sirens should start with an advisory, like in the lyrics by the lead singer, with the opening chords, so it plays every time.
“Yo, motherfuckers, we got sirens comin’ up in this bitch, so crack a window in case the popo sneak up on your ass during the chorus.”
(Hello fellow kids do we still say popo?)
Would you arrange your bromo bricks to form circles, or waves, or just go wackadoodle?
Arizona is not on the West Coast
I think you meant “reserved” but I got an interesting mental image from “assassination is reversed”!