Oh! I just realized that I haven't. This isn't good, is it? "Butters! Lu-lu-lu-lu! Leopold, show yourself!"
Oh! I just realized that I haven't. This isn't good, is it? "Butters! Lu-lu-lu-lu! Leopold, show yourself!"
I'd like to add my welcome to that of QotF, since we are Olds ... I'm sure I'm older than she, not that it matters. (I've often wondered this: Am I possibly the oldest around? I'll be 69 next month. Again, it doesn't really matter, but I'll surely invent some sort of cachet to assume if I'm The Oldest One Here.)
My only advice to you 3: Watch out for that Shrayber kid. He's a sly fox who will fill your heads with inanities and then absolutely blindside you. I admire him immensely.
Oh, my goodness, this woman is so, so ... I don't know. She's not perfect and she's not the most gorgeous in the world; I just don't know what's making me admire her the older she gets. Maybe it's the older I get. I think she's learned to handle her public persona pretty damn well.
According to Bill B., he's the dirtiest player in the league, which has got to count for something. Go, Broncos.
Her eyes look like they're about to float off the sides of her head.
LOL! I recall when StePfanie Kramer married Mark Richards here in Denver. She imported all of her hair/makeup/lighting people from Hollywood and the lighting took such a long time to get adjusted to her liking that 90% of the guests were absolutely shit-faced by the time she managed to wander down the staircase. …
What I don't understand is parents who have so little control over their children that it requires a weapon to get their attention.
I load so much mayo on mine that the patty usually ends up squirting out from between the bun slices. It's just a mess & often requires a fork.
Mandatory body-wear of '50s-'60s-'70s-'80s cheerleaders everywhere. Mine were worn in 8th grade (yes, I was a cheerleader in 8th grade, which was nothing like being a cheerleader in high school. We lost, mostly.)
Florida ruins everything.
Oh, no, Auntie! I believe I've got you topped on this one. Some idiot named "AshLee" from "Bachelor in Paradise" has the world's lowest hairline. It's terrifying. Blurgh
And I believe the word my mother would use to describe her expression is "simpy."
Oh, I agree. I don't believe Hader can be trusted.
I worked back-office at St. Jude's SoCal for quite a while and we, too, had HIPPA drilled into us. And its regulations were flaunted every day in every way you can imagine. Patients chatting with appointment-setters while glancing through charts is the main thing I recall, but stuff happened every damn day. Just…
I am totally willing to back this venture financially, assuming my monthly Social Security check will provide adequate fundage. I'm here for you, people.
It would be amazing if any of them could pronounce "environmental engineer" is what I'm thinking.
I was going to reply that I'd buy 127,000 $1 dogs but then I realized I'd need food & health care, so I believe this needs a little re-thinking. I did enjoy Shania, though, and would give up one of those dogs to look like her (but would steal the dog back later so, see? I do think some things through.) Anybody got…
Evidently I'm a lot more dense than I'd realized. Who wouldn't do this for something as important as a kid's education?
Sometimes the work just isn't worth the reward!