What? No discernible martial arts moves?
So disappointing, grasshopper!
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A note from Mr. Language Man:
Suggested reading:
This is a very serious blister you have, Ms. Lopez, and I strongly advise you to have it lanced.
Looks like the fellow has got his poop on.
I saw one rolling through wilds of Savannah the other day and about ruined my shoes with drool. What a beauty.
That's "Falcomino".
The costumers of Star Trek might take some exception to the assertion that this is a new concept.
Also, Paula has seldom (if ever) killed and eaten fluffy kittens and adorable puppies. So please ignore the whole N-word thing, because she only said it in love to her her children of God in the House.
Up in that.
Merka. Fuck yeah!
That story yesterday about the 3M mile P1800S raised a question: Is this Theseus's Volvo?
So this vehicle, in motion, makes a sound like "vulcanized rubber on fiberglass"?
Somebody took the nice lady's dress away.
Oooo! Swinger!
Crucifix is from the Latin crucis fixus, meaning [one] affixed to a cross. The "one" is any unfortunate hung from the slow execution tree, but has come to mean Esa Bin Iosef, that young rabbi who so pissed off the Pharisees a few thousand years ago and got himself tried for treason.
Small fact: being tied to the cross…
Not, strictly speaking, a "car," but a Herkimer Battle Jitney had class.
I agree completely.
Since I live in Savannah, I concur. This is where you go if you are looking for lost nukes.
100% agree.
I was in a fairly serious m/c accident a few years ago and shattered my Bell helmet on the pavement. I suffered a separated shoulder and some kidney damage from the fall, but my brain (thankfully) was not injured, and I continue to enjoy full(ish) faculties.