You can contact me at boxwinesommelier@gmail.com.

Let’s discuss something else.

So.

Because clearly (using your adverb) the Flintstones method (homeopathic in some way, I’m sure) is going to drastically reduce this problematic issue.

So... did you see on the interwebz today about this particular bit of brilliance?

Yes. That is is exactly what it thinks.

Y’know... *bleh*... I’m glad they have the extra funds... but...

(*ugh*)

When I got out of the shower last night and dried off, my dry arm-skin flakes reminded me of two things.

I adore Zellerbach, have seen many shows there.

...because their boners have a sad.

Hey, Kelly.

This article was fascinating.

Birdseed milkshakes forever.

I will, though, give you a great story...

Noooo... but I used to work with a gal who was a former (to that time) barista at a Starbucks in West Hollywood. Very memorable story about Luke Wilson coming in - wearing nylon jogging pants commando - and honest-to-god - lifting his package onto the counter in front of her while he ordered a latte.

I’ve only watched three episodes, and I loved them.