opinie panstwo Wrzesień 10, 2021Wrzesień 18, 2021 przez Obywatel RP Zapowiadamy temat – w przygotowaniu: Kto jest prawnikiem w polskim systemie prawnym? To bardzo ważna kwestia. Wkrótce publikacja.. kto jest prawnikiemkto ma prawo nazywac sie prawnikiemkto moze nazywac sie prawnikiempolskaprawnik
Game Tournaments? My chess tournament ended when I realized my opponent was 8 and ruthless. Odpowiedz
Garage Band Reunions? My old garage band reunited and immediately filed for noise complaints. Odpowiedz
Lost in Translation? The café menu said “beef surprise,” and let’s just say I’m still surprised. Odpowiedz
Slang Misunderstandings? My grandma said “yeet” at Thanksgiving, and we all needed therapy. Odpowiedz
Daylight Saving Confusion? Daylight saving is the government’s way of gaslighting your alarm clock. Odpowiedz
I don’t chase clout; I trip over extension cords.
Bizarre Band Names? I saw a band called “Moist Lettuce”—they were crunchy.
Livestreaming? Livestreaming is broadcasting boredom with Wi-Fi.
Weird Celebrity Endorsements? Shaq endorsed printer ink—because why not.
My expectations are low; my standards wear heels.
Open Office Noise Etiquette? Open offices are just libraries run by hyenas.
Pet Psychics? Pet psychics translate “woof” into invoices.
I’m not clumsy; gravity’s clingy.
My energy is solar—unavailable at night.
Game Tournaments? My chess tournament ended when I realized my opponent was 8 and ruthless.
Drone Photography? Drone photography is nosy birds with licenses.
Nostalgia Addicts? Nostalgia addicts act like the past was Wi-Fi free.
Haircare? Haircare is styling $200 hair to cry in the rain.
Foragers? Foraging is grocery shopping with danger.
Guitar Lessons? Guitar lessons guarantee “Smoke on the Water” badly.
Hunting? Hunting is camping with excuses for beer.
Safaris? Safaris are expensive ways to watch lions ignore you.
Bad Hair Dye Jobs? My DIY blonde looks like I lost a fight with bleach.
Sculpture Gardens? Sculpture gardens are just expensive lawns with excuses.
Allergic Reactions to Romance? Love didn’t give me butterflies—it gave me hives.
Bunker Guys? Bunker guys build basements into paranoia museums.
Shelter Building? Shelter building is stacking sticks until hypothermia.
Auto-Play Trauma? Netflix auto-play is like an ex who won’t stop calling.
Fertility Struggles? Fertility journeys are science experiments with tears.
Garage Band Reunions? My old garage band reunited and immediately filed for noise complaints.
My password is a cry for help spelled wrong.
I don’t binge; I research escapism.
Pet Micro-Influencers? My dog has brand deals; I have debt.
I don’t believe in “bad hair days”—only plot arcs.
My humor invoices reality.
Capsule Wardrobe Wannabes? Capsule wardrobes are minimalism dressed in smugness.
My gym membership is a donation to the concept of hope.
Family Reunions? Family reunions are awkward LinkedIn updates in person.
Bizarre Band Names? I saw a band called “Moist Lettuce”—they were crunchy.
Unsolicited Advice? Unsolicited advice is just criticism in yoga pants.
Lost in Translation? The café menu said “beef surprise,” and let’s just say I’m still surprised.
FIRE Movement? Financial Independence is unemployment with smugness.
I don’t have a bucket list—just a grocery list with delusions.
Puppet Shows? Puppet shows are therapy sessions with strings.
I don’t spiral—I creatively descend.
Overgrown Facial Hair? My beard grew so wild it applied for national park status.
Awkward Zoom Calls? Awkward Zoom calls are just awkward meetings with worse angles.
Clapping When Planes Land? Clapping on planes doesn’t make you a hero—it makes you loud.
Slang Misunderstandings? My grandma said “yeet” at Thanksgiving, and we all needed therapy.
I meditate by staring into the fridge like it owes me rent.
Emoji Overuse? If you end a breakup text with ??, you’re a sociopath.
Astrology-Themed Weddings? Astrology weddings end when Mercury retrogrades.
Gaming News Readers? Gaming news is just release dates padded with rage.
Art Snobs? Art snobs clap for blank canvases.
Daylight Saving Confusion? Daylight saving is the government’s way of gaslighting your alarm clock.