Testicle bag extend
Testicle bag extend
Heck, I’m not even in the military, and I believe this. Hahah, I bet they’re gonna feel so silly when they find out I don’t know anything!
You know. When they finally get here. sits patiently, staring at the door :)
Isn’t that just Ireland?
Trying to describe to someone what a sick-ass drum solo sounds like through a cappella
Twice per sexual, since you technically can’t have bisexual sex with just one partner.
Source: Am bisexual, but am also on the internet, so essentially I’m just guessing here
hahaha i’m mean i’m rude i’m a fucking despicable little piece of shit 😈😈😈 what are you gonna do about it buttmunch 😈😈😈😈
I believe “tasteful” carbonara is opposite to “obscene” carbonara, which- according to every outspoken Italian person on the internet- would seem to be the kind made with bacon instead of guanciale.
Ah, yes. I like to call it “my social life” for short.
Damn, me too. The second one just never quite captured the same feeling for me. Lightning in a bottle, I guess
For those who don’t watch The Simpsons.
Hard to get everyone to come on-time
Spend 20 minutes getting the wording just right on the “thank you” e-mail afterward.
The jerk store called…
…and you’ve been discontinued.
Unfortunately, scientists no longer know :(
Eh, I used to feel like that when I was younger. I was a pretty solid bassist, and was good enough that the people I played with at least considered me the best player they knew. It was my thing. It was what I did.
Of course, that meant I’d get all insecure and threatened when someone else claimed to be good at doing what I did. That meant I’d want to show off, because, no, no. This is my thing. This is what I do.
It’s not a good way to be. Maybe don’t be like that if you can avoid it.
It also meant I started stagnating, 'cause I didn’t think I had anything left to learn. I wasn’t good enough to be inventive, but I didn’t want to accept that I wasn’t good enough to be inventive. So, I just got frustrated and bored, and I started losing interest.
After a while, I came across Thundercat, and got a bit humbled. Then, I came across Charles Berthoud and some other YouTube bassists, and got even more humbled.
It was awesome! I was finally reminded that there was so much more to learn, and so much more room for me to grow at the thing I loved. I may never be good enough to innovate or invent a technique of my own, but so what? Being the best seems so frustrating and boring. Screw that.
As long as there’s someone better than me at the thing I love, then I know there’s more for me to learn, and learning is way more satisfying.
(But don’t lose the sense of healthy competition. Few things help you grow better than a good rivalry)