If I were you I’d split just the bills and groceries.
If you’d break up someday (God forbid), the property is still gonna be yours, so there is no point in making her pay any kind of rent.

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There’s a thing in movie writing that’s called the suspension of disbelief which is the mechanism of being involved in a story by “what do I have to believe in order for the movie to make sense”.
SW3’s premise is the classical hero’s adventure, where the main character undergoes a journey of betterment. And in this particular case, if you already are the best there is no journey.
John Wick’s premise is “this guy is going to kill everyone” frome the minute one, you just sit down, switch your brain off and enjoy what he’s doing for the next two hours.

It’s not about the sex of the character, is about how the character is written.

You can’t really compare the two movies, John Wick takes the route of being so over the top to the point of becoming funny. I don’t think they were aiming for that with the new SW trilogy.

Every fart is a gamble

I’ve been using 0.7 point Pentel Supremes since I began high school

You are projecting a lot of things I haven’t said: I’m not crashing a wedding for any sense of politics, this is beyond any political motivation. This is personal.
If I have a beef with my brother, or any other member of my family, and they invite me to their wedding, boy am I making them regret this decision.
Everyone at that party is going to think twice before sending me that golden print letter in the future. No one thinks you’re a “crazy liberal” when you’re puking orange juice and vodka you brought from home in the punchbowl and then shout out “Don’t worry everyone, it’s just gonna taste better!”

If that was really the case and if I was OP I’d go to that wedding, get absolutely shitfaced in the least amount of time my liver allows me to and let the shitshow begin.
There is no point in peaceful confrontation when the world is burning.

“My brother calls me a moron and punches me in the dick every day and I don’t want to let him anymore, am I the asshole?”

Random lesser known facts in no particular order:

• You really have to say my name out loud before you start talking out of the blue otherwhise I won’t hear the whole sentence.
• Don’t break my hyperfocus unless dinner’s ready or the house is burning down. Everything else can wait.
• Dating is either the greatest thing in life or your worst nightmare. More often the second one. No way to know beforehand.
• You learn to condition yourself like a dog trainer, with treats and diversion.
• I wasn’t finished talking, I was pausing.
• No I won’t sing the whole song, just a part of the chorus or the intrumental riff. Yes, over and over for hours maybe. I know, I’m sorry.

Edit: Also, for the parents of children with ADHD get an adult with ADHD and make them interact with your child. You’ll learn more from 10 minutes of that than years of literally anything else.

Have you tried crying for 45/60 minutes? Works like a charm

“Censorship” has become a buzzword and lost all of its meaning

There’s always the risk that people who visit the house next door are into whatever annoying music you’re playing and end up moving there and blasting it for the rest of your life

As trivial as it sounds, pornography.
Imagine having to pull out the trench from the winter drawer and drive to another town’s smutt shop, so they don’t recognize you, every time you feel like wanking

Jenga in 2001

It’s a niche thing, but if you play electric guitar and need a virtual amplifier and effects, you’ll like Guitarix very much. Just thinking that is a community project blows me away every time

Author of this resarch: my ex girlfriend

I remember a biologist commenting about weird orcas behavior “They’re smart enough that they could just be fucking with us”