I'll vouch for this method.

Here are all of my straws, no need to grasp at them.

Sweet stank that's tremendous. She PUT. IT. ON. IT.

Ain't gonna be no triflin' in Texas no more, y'all.

My God, it's ... it's just ... beautiful.

What kind of permit does one need in this instance?

Dear Women of OH,

Dear Women of OH,

Who HASN'T gone for a little drug induced genital mutilation? That's called "Tuesday morning" in my day planner.

That Lagerfield gentleman looks how I feel in a suit.

I want her to be playing Dr. Mario SO BADLY.

I know Virginia ham as the "salty" one, which, refers to the curing style used in Virginia and some nearby states. I think country ham is also appropriate. We're not exactly the French AOC over here.

One can have a "line of hams"? Related: Virginia ham for the win. Debate closed.

I think it was a giraffe, spinning like a boomerang, that caught my sister flush, beady eye to wide shit-it's-gonna-hit-me eye. Right as she popped up to recon her opposition. Once-in-a-lifetime throw.

How did we not try this?! Probably couldn't get to the fan ...

Non-violent you say? When 50-75 are assembled into arsenals to be thrown as hard as one can at their siblings across a pair of twin beds, violence is created. Beautiful, plush violence. And the occassional black eye.

All the wins. All of them.

Christ, that's awful.

I had to hear second or third-hand about being on my phone "all the time" during a meeting. At least my manager rolled his eyes as hard as I did as he conveyed the "feedback". At least high school part deux has paychecks?

Knew it didn't quite sound right. Cheers!