I mean, Susan is really just a semi-disabled 8th grade boy in the Houston area that got into his dad’s peach schnapps, right?
I mean, Susan is really just a semi-disabled 8th grade boy in the Houston area that got into his dad’s peach schnapps, right?
Yay, vapid cynicism.
Now, your trolling is a little unnecessary, and your analogy about Neiman Marcus and Sears is a poor one.
We, literally, just recognized the 20 year anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing. Timothy McVeigh was a Roman Catholic.
It’s absolutely not a historical certainty that Jesus lived. The Roman records have no listing, even on their very well kept execution logs, of a person named Jesus (or a name that translates to it).
A guy self-applying the nickname “genius” is upset at another guy making fun of a plagiarized story about magic.
Weak dog game, there. Weak by the owners to have a crappy containment mechanism, and weak doggy stomach. We had a Brittany Spaniel growing up. At around the age of 12, she annihilated a 3-foot plastic candycane full of Hershey's Kisses (along with some of the plastic), then (before we had discovered this) immediately…