foxywingchick
foxywingchick
foxywingchick

I've been stuck in my house for 3 days with both of our families. The only time I've been able to go anywhere, it's been to the store to get more soda and I've had people tag along with me. I've been needing a good vent for awhile.

Still, I do miss real trees.

you must be very familiar with malwares and non-updated system tweaks etc. that pointing finger must be pointing a situation that ios users feel like they are using android; for once.

Awesome!!!!!!!!

My husband's birthday is on Christmas. He kind of hates them both now. I try really hard to make them special for him. Sometimes that means offending an entire bakery department. You know. Whatever.

"Hey, so, like, I died for your sins and all I got for my birthday was some freakin' frankincense. I don't even know what that is. Ya'll Christmas birthdays can shush."

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Nothing against the chairman of the board, but when it comes to Silent Night, I'm groovin' with the Temptations, and the wonderful bass vocals of Mr. Mevin Franklin to contrast that great falsetto lead.

Now you know how we feel about Foodspin.

Crackers:

That Amy Grant shit makes me want to barf out my entire skeleton.

You said that so much better than I could have.

Thank you! When I read that I felt myself begin to boil with anger.

Some rednecks are just good hearted people born into deep poverty in remote rural areas with little or no access to decent education, basic dental care, or anything like diversity or broad-minded thinking. ....

Selfishness.

Also, when are you going to break me free from these greys? I'm having a flashback to my band geek days of waiting to be invited to eat with the cool kids at lunch.

I totally interpreted this as "What happens if you die unexpectedly and you don't want family members to find your sex toys while they go through your home?"

You are going to need to site your source that there is "legitimate" dispute the Reuben wasn't invented in Omaha. And you haven't been to Nebraska if you think there is something quintessentially Nebraskan about handheld meat pies. We don't fuck around with bread. It goes cow, grill, mouth.

Nonononononononono please stop putting rice in my burrito. "Putting rice in the burrito" should be code for something bad, like giving someone crabs.

Do you have clean air down there?