Is that a symbol in your pocket, or are you just happy to fly me?
And the bananas constipated that poor old neighbor woman.
Oh, they'll picket that, too.
As does India.
My dad almost bought one from a neighbor, but the brakes went out (among other things) so that was the end of that. I was excited (about a year from getting my driver's license) then, ... he bought a crappy Chevette! My mother called it the tin can.
I don't understand how they would think that this wasn't terrifying. That rabbit head, wonky eye + teeth are nightmare fuel.
Carey
I know how the argument started: Half of you go this way — half of you go that way. The other half, come with me!