Doing that shit was the best part of that job. Besides the partying.
Doing that shit was the best part of that job. Besides the partying.
It needs one more.
You get the bible stuff both as bonus statement by the poor tree and indictment of search results in this age of enlightened tech.
For some reason “sticks” (iirc) replaced hackey sack (sp?) in our particular class. Even this klutz could bounce sticks around like that. The middle stick usually had like hockey tape ends and tassels. Was kinda relaxing actually.
I work in healthcare, am anosmic, haven’t upchucked in 8 years since I stopped drinking, and that still makes me want to vomit.
Ladies, I have two orbs. And I wear a robe.
It’s gonna fucking say “game”. Bet.
Awww yiss, walking around hittin’ degauss like a baws.
Gonna Connecticut a bitch, nobody fucks with the state of… OH SHIT THERE ARE TWO WORMS.
So thirsty. So tired.
HERE IS SOME HOT COFFEE AND CAFFEINE, CIVILIAN!
She was driving with the forks at head height. You’re probably going to encounter a clipboard doing that.
That Maryland design is amazing.
Then a portion for torsion will be cast upon thee unless you choose a suitable replacement.
What a twist!
Ovarian torsion.
Sorry, complain to the council.
Maybe if used together, but otherwise this is absurd overreach by the council.
I’m sitting at work right now hungry. About half an hour ago I looked in my backup food supply and find only two things - instant mashed potatoes and Spam.
I think this is a sign. I mean, the picture is a sign.
Problem is I like my Spam like blackened on the outside which may piss off my partner.
Needs the megahertz of the Pontiac horn in front of “vibe”.
Might be red and blue but that fruit Mac is probably rockin’ Yellow Dog.
Music can rhyme with orange!