Had the same thing happened to me. Bought a house that the previous owners were chain smokers. Spent all day getting the kitchen painted a nice brick red. Left to go get supper. Came back to the same beige walls from before painting. All of the paint had slipped down and off the walls. Great mess to clean up and start all over.
Those curtains aren’t beige naturally. They started out snow white, but 17 years of 2 people smoking 3 packs a day with all the doors and windows tightly shut will do that.
A 50 50 will cost you about tree fiddy in these parts. So they say…
Why is that cop pestering Skelly? Skelly is white after all… but seriously… I guarantee the perp had at least Most of a skeleton so he/she/it does fit the description.
Old “your momma” joke… Your momma so fat when she sits around the house, she sits “around” the house! Meaning that she’s as big as the whole house or even bigger than the house.
Which someone that fat is morbidly obese.
So the joke is a twist on the joke, with a jab at the fat person, in the form of faux concern over their health.
Sort of in the same vein as “bless your heart” or “he/she has a great personality”.
It’s a stab at fat… I can’t help but feel targeted but I’ll have to wait until the stabbing pain in my chest subsides. The shooting pain down my left arm is lessening already! I’m fine, everything’s fine… just let me catch my breath for a moment.
That boy’s thought… “I May Tag that later if all goes well.”
Land Shark!!!
The only sad part about Weasley leaving was that it didn’t happen in the first episode
TIL that honey bees are Juggalos…whoop whoop.
I have this shirt. It was a gift. The very first time I wore it was to work. I’m subtle like that…
Sometimes it’s also their last diamondback
Everyone that has been exposed to it dies…eventually.
Sounds like the “undercover spy gear” that was popular for a while. I think there was a cigarette case that folded open and became a gun and, of course, the ink pen telescope plus the ink pen with disappearing ink! And several others as well. It was weird… we all played outside using our imagination to create fabulous worlds in the same backyard that was a grand prix track yesterday and an undersea exploration spot the day before that. A stick was a horse one minute, a cane the next, a rifle after that , and a baseball bat… hitting home runs with the bases loaded, winning the world series. Those black walnuts would sail when you made good contact!
Look… ok… it’s right there in my name…old. LOL
Wasn’t that the “high” lobster named Price episode? LOVED that tie died shell of his!
Now now now… don’t let facts get in the way of feelings…somebody’s gonna cry
Not really new… I think it was part of an old George Carlin bit.
I swear, honey, I thought you said you wanted a glass jewelry counter. I distinctly remember how hard and cold the glass was when you told me that you wanted one…
My life.
IF they also had a hobby of reloading bullets, that fine black powder might be easy to clean up with just one match… of course, it will just make a bigger mess to clean up.