I can live with that.
I can live with that.
I think 312 is pretty okay, what does that say about me, Will?
Since I'll probably be inebriated past the point of being able to communicate thought through type this weekend, I hope everyone enjoys their Labor Day.
Any winter Olympic sport puts me to sleep. Maybe besides hockey, and Skeleton.
Groups E and F are going to be so much fun. Plus, Group F is the Zlatan tribute group, minus APOEL.
Go see it.
I made an omelette for dinner. It was pretty good. So... yeah.
Semi-interesting story about me procuring a Dave Brubeck record:
Howard Hughes really pissed the bottle here, didn't he?
"It's not two Jesuses, though, it's Saints"
I love you like an uncle, Erg.
Well, that's depressing.
Okay, maybe I'm slow (I am) and I'm not understanding something around here (I'm not), but why am I in the grey in some places and not others? Do I only post approved comments when I comment on posts from authors/fellow commenters I'm followed by?
I think the key is to not swallow the gum.
Vomiting in the Stanley Cup is about as malicious to Canada as it gets.
+25toLife
Spanish translation or bust.
You could've just said tl;wc.
C'mon, Albert, everyone knows the classiest fried food is a Scotch egg.
Greg's fault. Definitely Greg's fault.