You could follow three 90s trend of twisting the loose end around and letting it dangle down your leg.

You could even hang an onion from the end if you were so inclined!

Egg?

Reminds me of an old bash.org quote. As closely as I can recall:

Someone told me I should dance like I fight, all graceful and shit. It was going well … Until I dropped her on her head.

He’s just bad at Pool.

My first job was at a convenience store. I was told I was allowed to wear black or tan pants and the company provided shirt.

The first time I wore a new pair of black pants there I was told to wash the floors. I was given a bucket of water and a bottle of bleach to do so. I’d never heard of bleach before.

Turns out that pouring bleach onto the floor from shoulder level isn’t a great idea when wearing brand new black pants. Your mom might get upset with you and the results. Or she might blame the manufacturer and you might be too scared to fess up.

… Not that I would know.

That’s clearly my cat.

All relevant books were rendered noncanon when Disney bought the property, so it doesn’t matter.

I used to work at a facility where, to make an outside call, you had to start the number with 91 like: 91-###-###-####

However, dialing 911 bypassed the external call arrangement and just called emergency services directly. I have no idea who made that boneheaded design decision, but the local dispatchers were definitely not a fan of it.

Hopefully it doesn’t take more than four hours to ascend.

FCKGW

edit: IYKYK