He’s not a genius and he’s not insightful. He’s mentally unstable. Same as the orange moron in chief.
He’s not a genius and he’s not insightful. He’s mentally unstable. Same as the orange moron in chief.
Never trust a man who won’t rub a good dog’s belly.
If your son sexually attacked a woman, maybe his life deserved to be ruined, auntie.
Well I’ve never posted on SNS before but: I have just finished my first month post-divorce. I can’t really call it that because we had a wedding but no legal marriage, and really I wish there was a non-goopy term close to ‘conscious uncoupling’ because I’m proud to say its closer to the truth.
I work in a social work department. One of my social worker colleagues had a text from one of his service users the other day. The text said “do you want to get together later for anal and then I’ll return the favour?” Then there were loads of texts saying “that wasn’t meant for you.”
Hahaha! That's great. I have a Hobby Lobby near me that I refuse to shop at. But I may stop by later this week to do this!
you beautiful bastard
I had no idea there were specific pet chicken breeds. Chickens liking being petted is just such an alien concept for me.
The picture of your chickens just cheered me up so much. I thought about having chickens, but I live in the desert and there is a pack of coyotes that live very near me, so eventually if they could not get the chickens I would probably see an Acme truck come by to deliver roller skates and a rocket for them to get any…
Okay, this is neither here nor there, but one chicken book I read referred to Buff Orpington’s as the “Scarlett Johanssons of the chicken world.” So now, when I see ScarJo, I think about fluffy chickens.
these are great looking girls. Bonus that they are so friendly.
My sister had 2 Buffs who were THE SWEETEST! Her Millies are sweet but very smart...always figuring out how to get in places they shouldn’t :)
We aren’t. We are all terrible messes, we just manage to hide it from everyone.
At the start of this year, the only thing that gave me any hope was the possibility that I might finally find something to take me away from here and now I’ve had two opportunities to get out and neither lasted more than three weeks. I knew I wasn’t well-suited to either job, but I thought I could just be someone else…