HeungMinDaddy

This post will be brief as I’m already en route to the stadium. Basically what it says on the tin. Have two spare tickets to tonight’s game that probably will be left unused unless I find somebody on here. Won’t charge you as I got them for free.

I know it’s a long shot but, hey, it worked for me in Bilbao.

DM for extra info. COYS

This post will be brief as I’m already en route to the stadium. Basically what it says on the tin. Have two spare tickets to tonight’s game that probably will be left unused unless I find somebody here. Won’t charge you as I got them for free. DM for extra info. COYS

There was a meme post here about a fortnight ago pointing out how Marcello's only contribution to the show seems to be hamming up every single Latino stereotype in the book to an 11 and just running that into the ground.

I guess it must have created some chatter in the writer's room? And THANK GOD - they listened!!!

Throughout most of yesterday's episode, Marcello was mysteriously absent. I figured maybe he was out of town, like Bowen just a couple of weeks ago? Well, jokes on me. Because in actuality, he was in the trenches, preparing for battle. Picture a [young B. Rabbit freestyling in the mirr

I've spent hours scrolling through reddit threads, going through Instagram and Twitter comments and I believe it's safe to say - a lot of us are fuming.

Fuming, because we really believed that the Europa trophy could become a foundation for building a new identity around this club.

I was lucky enough to be in Bilbao. I nearly fainted at the final whistle, I heard the roars, I saw Spurs fans sobbing. Behind me a lovely family, three generations of lads, a grandfather, father and the grandson, hugging and wailing in disbelief. Knees buckling all around.

The game is about glory, they told us. It's about those little moments that aren't so little when you reflect on your life and your id

Hello.

I have two tickets for tonight’s final. Block 104.

Willing to part with them as there is no time to sell and it wouldn’t feel right, seeing as I can just give them away and potentially make another Spurs fan’s somebody’s day.

Contact me for info COYS

Just wanted to ask if any of you ever had this happen.

A few days ago, I noticed an unfamiliar ticket in my Apple Wallet. Noticing our cockerel, I clicked it, assuming it's a glitch and a ticket reappeared for one of the matches I attended in the past months (Bodo, Eintracht and City).

I was surprised to find that it was actually a ticket for today's Palace game. I didn't purchase it and it's a different block to where I usually go. The name on it is someone I don't know. I'm not in London at the moment so I cannot check if the ticket is actually valid.

Can anyone help me solve this mystery?

Like everyone here, I'm a huge fan of Sam Lake's writing. I just love that gritty noir style he employs so well. It's hard-boiled but at the same time tongue in cheek and sarcastic, parodying the genre a little bit. It's just incredibly nuanced and well executed.

But my question, the answer to which I can't find online is -- does he write in English? Or does he write in his native Finnish and then uses a translator? Does anyone know?

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I was at the Apple Store today, waiting in line to pick up a Macbook that was being repaired. There were two separate queues to two different employees. As soon as my guy calls for the next person, the lady that was top of the left queue jumps up from her chair and says: "umm, actually I was here first" and proceeded to switch queues

I let her in, as I'm not confrontational.

But after the situation I thought - why, though? She was in a different line, presumably since she wanted to have a nice sit (my line didn't have a chair). You pick a line - that's a gamble, a coin toss. It's not my fault the employee on the left disappeared to the back of the shop for some reason.

What would Larry

I keep wondering this. Having a fruit fly problem at the moment, so I got regular experience with this. Let's say it's flying through the air and I give it the biggest bitch slap you can imagine. Now, if you consider scale, this would be like a human punched by something 10x the size of King Kong. That would obviously mean instant death. How come they don't get hurt and just die on impact?

It's because... we all know that one couple. We've met them. We might have been friends with them, hung out, maybe even "enjoyed" a boozy brunch with them that spiralled into a big argument between the second and third mimosa. Maybe we saw them somehow elevate a little Monopoly argument into a monumental "I hate your family and friends" shitshow.

Do you know that one couple?

That keeps on being rude to each other, thinking it's fun and cute.

That keeps undercutting each other in conversations.

That keeps jokingly saying "nobody in this entire WORLD pisses me off like he/she does".

That publicly comments on the flaws in their significant other's appearance (e.g.: "broccoli ears").

That