I like the cut of your jib.
I like the cut of your jib.
Almost.
No; that would only lead to mass hysteria.
I worked at a B. Dalton Bookseller ages ago and we used to have so much fun...we kept a diary of (in)famous customer happenings. One day I had an argument with a customer who insisted that V.C. Andrews couldn’t possibly be dead because she was still publishing books. Then there was the guy who asked for a copy of L.…
God, what a depressing-looking man. It must be hell to live in that household.
I have never yelled at my computer screen as much as I have today. My coworkers keep asking if I’m OK. The ACLU is now saying it doesn’t want her incarcerated but rather “Plaintiffs urge the Court to impose financial penalties sufficiently serious and increasingly onerous to compel Davis’ immediate compliance without…
...you could literally die from anything.
Obligatory:
“Almost"?
I did not want to laugh at that disgusting comment.
The Steigerwald family is a blight on Pittsburgh, from the libertarian father who wrote for Dick Scaife’s rag to the brother who is The. Worst. Hockey. Play-by-Play. In. The. World. to this douche.
My first flight was on Allegheny Airlines. Family trip to Florida. They had hot towels. For everyone. I had never experienced a hot towel outside the (one!) bathroom at home. I thought it was glorious.
“Ye”, not “I”.
Mynd you, møøse bites Kan be pretti nasti.