We don’t talk about it…
We don’t talk about it…
Almost as common as this comment.
The second photo was taken a split second before he was bounced into the stratosphere.
I think the younglings and elderly are there for the upset cyclists to take out their frustrations at not being able to ride their bikes, not for just anyone to come by and abuse…
In that case,I don’t think arming a dillo is a great idea.
I kept my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position!
I can’t imagine that this would be a big deal if the only intake is via injection.
And showers in Spokane
Took me a minute to realize that there was not, in fact, a pepperoni sticking out of the back of his Game Boy.
I prefer peanut butter and banana, personally.
Reminds me of when my build in Minecraft doesn’t quite line up as I had imagined and I’m too lazy to fix it. Guess that happens in real life, too.
I’m glad I’m not the only one. I remember people calling it “the ant race” when I was little (very early 90s), but no one seems to recall this.
Well there’s a song I’ve not heard in a while, and one I’ve never seen referenced on the Internet. Kudos!
That misspelling creates quite the minefield.
American problems require American solutions…
Expluded - Excluded by way of explosion.