It's okay, nobody recognizes my completely overblown yet still very slight attempts at physical comedy either [falls down several flights of thesaurus, "It's a living!" shrugs]
Seine, Mississippi, potato, tomato.
Kris Kristofferson once "borrowed" a helicopter from work, flew to Johnny Cash's house and landed on his front lawn. Cash told him to leave, but Kristofferson got him to listen to "Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down." Cash recorded it and Kristofferson won country songwriter of 1979. RIP, you badass.
Sundays are for drinking coffee and getting drunk. At the same time.
There’s a very strict order that must be followed, unless you don’t want to: Breakfast Mimosa Brunch Bloody Mary Dinner Irish Coffee People, we live in a society.
PayPal is updating their ToS to let themselves give your data to merchants starting in November and they're certainly banking on people not knowing to opt out, SO to opt out before they start: go to Settings > Data & Privacy > Manage shared info > Personalized shopping, and toggle that shit off
rip kris kristofferson when me and my siblings got our dad drunk and forced him to say which man he would have sex with it was you 💔