Yep, my well-meaning and otherwise lovely sister-in-law hosted a jewelry party. I bought a few pieces, which actually looked really nice...until they fell apart or turned a most un-jewelry like color.
Urgh. It's not become an online thing in the UK. Yet.
Similar indeed. At the 'parties' there's an element of 'Would you like to host your own party? Ask me how! [Buy your own box of this crap and bug the hell out of your friends - some of whom are in this very room and probably won't want to buy more]''
You thank your lucky stars, Tuna! The stuff is cheap to begin with, but you often feel you must purchase something. And there's ALWAYS a 'fun' game.
Women Crassers, are you still being invited to those 'parties' where friends are selling shit? So much pressure.
I LOVED Narcos. So much so that I am all up for the comeback of the pornstache. We've reached Peak Beard, people! We're through the looking glass!
De-lurking to say goddammit. I'm sorry. This is the first post of yours I didn't enjoy reading and a reminder that there are human beings with shit going on behind text and avatars.
And 30 years ago today, the Live Aid concerts began. As if acid reflux, receding gums and the return of Bloom County didn't already make me feel old enough.
Say what you will about the prettiness or ugliness of a language,German has some damn fine words. Case in point: Backpfeifengesicht - "a face badly in need of a fist." See: Donald Trump, David Cameron, Piers Morgan, etc.
A soulful and kinda funky tune for a Wednesday:
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