Oh man, that’d go over well. I wanna see those battleplans.
Oh man, that’d go over well. I wanna see those battleplans.
Regimen? Cause otherwise imma picture a military junta taking turns to fill the jar.
This feels like it’s trying to encourage babies: angry stork, bachelor, lemons (as faulty or nonfunctioning).
Right? Mine regularly degrades my sanity by racing about at 3am and defying the laws of gravity and conservation of mass that govern my reality.
Even the spicy cheesy potato thing? Thst for me is about the last reason I’ll go.
Puree and strain, i guess?
The publication as a whole got the CIA award for excellence in journalism.
I didn’t care for the man’s portrait with scruff, but looking at this, I must begrudgingly cede that it was the right call.
These feel more akin to Bushisms.
Perfect ploy to now take a nap while making the tutor no less uncomfortable.
Kamales… is that pronounced like tamales?
I’ll show those fools! Laugh at me will they? Not for long! Bwahahahah.
Use condensed milk with your milk powder. More milk still.
In contrast to West Virginia, a dwarven region known for laying mountains low.
Is that Shadow the Hedgehog with a Mickey head?
I, too, am a penny-pinching skinflint.
Women want me? Fish want me?
I’d add to this: if I cannot phrase it succinctly and with the right words, it’s better off unsaid.