They don’t need it but they’re worth it.
They don’t need it but they’re worth it.
Stick so I can share it with a dog. In a pinch, the stick can be broken and become more sticks. This is especially useful in a multi-dog scenario.
ESPN rents antenna space on that thing.
Glaad to hear it.
For instructional purposes only:
I guess it got so bad that they moved the original form (archive link) to this new URL with a 2 at the end (live at the time of this post) and added some fields.
Not to be confused with dis Crete or disc-crete.
Tuna, the chicken of the sea, had been the preferred host but this whole dolphin thing is an unfortunate bycatch incident.
You can call me the chairman then since nothing I say makes a difference.
They’re out there but it’s been hard to document their existence since they blend in so well with their environment. This natural camouflage is a double-edged sword, however: they may be able to avoid getting eaten by predators but it also makes reproduction particularly challenging since they have a hard time finding one another to do it like the Discovery channel.
Even when a potential breeding pair are able to meet up, their coupling is far from guaranteed due to the abundance of other green orifices in their usual habitats. Grass-covered mole tunnels, mossy logs with holes in them and bee nests in leafy trees have all been accidental natural fleshlights for these poor creatures. Like they say, it’s not easy being green.
Sounds like somebody has no faith in their god’s ability to fight its own battles. Shockingly reasonable in a broken clock kind of way once you get past that little terrorism thing.
A little surprised but I know we don’t have a monopoly on dipshittery here in the land of pickup trucks with pink rubber scrotums flapping in the wind. Just seems that way sometimes.
They’ve got a tiny scrap of power and by god, they intend to use it! More enjoyable than going to therapy for the abuse they suffered as children.
Some girl reported me (a boy) for apparently having a mascara. Our teacher then searched my bag, as if it was a grenade.
Which of the former(?) Confederate states did this happen in? Sounds like a grenade might have been okay with them if you’d had one, they’re manly enough.
Sounds like you did the right thing. Advocates for anti-truth don’t deserve to be treated nicely.
Money changed arms (or AMRs) too.
I see some results for that and, as it turns out, a similar version that I’ve probably heard before but forgotten: “A watched pot never boils but an unwatched pot boils over”.
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A fellow Ultron user in the wild, #1 hacker and cyber-thief browser on the web. How’s your Adobe Reader?
Great, thank you for your research but do you have any audiophile jazz salt?
If this passes, I look forward to its inclusion in SovCit legal fanfic lore.