9934 pts · May 1, 2020
She looks like she knows you're going to post her photo on the internet, and she has something to say about it.
Nothing even vaguely snarky comes to mind. I'm just impressed.
I'm not sure what one has to do with the other, but if you divide them by Thursday and subtract next Tuesday, you still get whiskey. Apparently, the combination is approved.
The sheer audacity in this comedy of errors is what makes it so fantastic.
Beans!
My brain instantly said, "BACON!"
Lookin' a little green around the gills there, Ernie. Know what'll help? Whiskey. Metric shit-tons of whiskey.
You first.
Now you're one of us. Strap on your seatbelt--or don't. It's user sub; anything goes.
I mean, he was warned.
Well, are they or are they not? The suspense is killing me.
The sound that just came out of my mouth was as embarrassing as it was inhuman. Dang it, cute kitten. Foiled my austere aloofness once again.
Let them lie.
My brain, naturally ingrained with a reasonable degree of logic, just said, "NO," and stomped out of the room.
The origin story of potato.
Cooper looks like his treat is jusssst out of reach, which is making him sad. Give him the treat, OP, for the sake of all of us.
My cat fell asleep on a chainsaw because it was in the sun and the warmest thing around—draped over a chainsaw, for crying out loud. Cats find comfort wherever there is a modicum of warms, no matter what the material or potential lethality.
Gary, if you think some extra padding will mask your stink from me, you're dumber than you look. Come on, my guy. You're not even trying anymore.
If I ever got that close with a vacuum cleaner, my cat would shred my hands to ribbons.
Every time someone tells me to "take a breath," I wind up holding my breath instead. My survival instinct is an anarchist.
"Better a man judged than one soon forgotten" -- Edwin P. Alby 1426, Surrey
Payment accepted. Please drive through.
Ok. If I squint real hard, take two steps to the left, turn off the light and jump up and down while looking at the screen maybe I believe it's a "Hamter" but more likely its potato.
On this train? Are you mad? There's murder afoot.
Dried oak boughs soaked in the rendered fat of your enemies make wonderful tinder for hearth fires—or so I've heard. There are your bodies, friend.
Looks like a kid who knows he's going to get extra sprinkles on his cupcake.
Makes me think of the sound Echo the Dolphin made when you crashed into walls.
stream
No. You may not.
She looks like she knows you're going to post her photo on the internet, and she has something to say about it.
Nothing even vaguely snarky comes to mind. I'm just impressed.
I'm not sure what one has to do with the other, but if you divide them by Thursday and subtract next Tuesday, you still get whiskey. Apparently, the combination is approved.
The sheer audacity in this comedy of errors is what makes it so fantastic.
Beans!
My brain instantly said, "BACON!"
Lookin' a little green around the gills there, Ernie. Know what'll help? Whiskey. Metric shit-tons of whiskey.
You first.
Now you're one of us. Strap on your seatbelt--or don't. It's user sub; anything goes.
I mean, he was warned.
Well, are they or are they not? The suspense is killing me.
The sound that just came out of my mouth was as embarrassing as it was inhuman. Dang it, cute kitten. Foiled my austere aloofness once again.
Let them lie.
My brain, naturally ingrained with a reasonable degree of logic, just said, "NO," and stomped out of the room.
The origin story of potato.
Cooper looks like his treat is jusssst out of reach, which is making him sad. Give him the treat, OP, for the sake of all of us.
My cat fell asleep on a chainsaw because it was in the sun and the warmest thing around—draped over a chainsaw, for crying out loud. Cats find comfort wherever there is a modicum of warms, no matter what the material or potential lethality.
Gary, if you think some extra padding will mask your stink from me, you're dumber than you look. Come on, my guy. You're not even trying anymore.
If I ever got that close with a vacuum cleaner, my cat would shred my hands to ribbons.
Every time someone tells me to "take a breath," I wind up holding my breath instead. My survival instinct is an anarchist.
"Better a man judged than one soon forgotten" -- Edwin P. Alby 1426, Surrey
Payment accepted. Please drive through.
Ok. If I squint real hard, take two steps to the left, turn off the light and jump up and down while looking at the screen maybe I believe it's a "Hamter" but more likely its potato.
On this train? Are you mad? There's murder afoot.
Dried oak boughs soaked in the rendered fat of your enemies make wonderful tinder for hearth fires—or so I've heard. There are your bodies, friend.
Looks like a kid who knows he's going to get extra sprinkles on his cupcake.
Makes me think of the sound Echo the Dolphin made when you crashed into walls.
No. You may not.