And now the mystery of the neighborhood’s missing pets is solved.
IndefinitelyIterated
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They’ll have to go take the waters at Bath.
“Well, on the one hand...”
Jesus.
Like a scene in a bad movie about an orphanage where the grumbling, wicked owner HATES MUSIC and REFUSES TO LET THE ORPHANS DANCE which leads the youngest one, naturally gifted in the art of tap (probably because her late mother, whom she never knew, was once the most faaaamous dancer in the whole world) must wear…
I thought Billy would be half as tall as he actually is and assumed Roth compulsively smells his own fingers.
Sigh.
Who speaks clearly about massacring their neighbors?
Some one should put this into the Wikipedia entry for fetal alcohol syndrome.
MBA, University of Phoenix.
“Make the cops out of hams!”
Wouldn’t a horror movie for him involve taking a bath and maybe some vitamins too?
Do you keep them in a pouch over your tummy for convenience, or do you like to have them holstered over your back so you can whip them out dramatically?
Check out his thumb! Who does it remind you of?
Shelly (and not short for Michelle), or maybe Lori.
So is your mom.
That horse is precisely why I spent that year in college.
Sorry, I’m BPD myself and found it, while not entirely accurate, hilarious and affecting.
You don’t even have to warm it up separately. Just pour off almost but not all of the cooking water from the pasta, dump in the sauce, mix it around and cook until enough liquid evaporates. Then eat it from the pot on your Barcalounger in the dark and think about all the ways your life has gone wrong.