Those kooky Russians!
Those kooky Russians!
Fucking ridiculous money.
Kellogs new “Honey Nut Clusters Of Dope.”
Do I have to give up my Honeysmacks?
Oxy-Ho-Hos.
Too much money.
In Jersey, they tax you for rain. No shit. Rain.
This is the SMARTEST version:
In the early 80's, I was killing time at Community College and fell in with a goofy bunch of fun knuckleheads.
Wilfred loved him some Sweet Tea!
I know, right? Got a lot of friends now who serve a southern style Sweet Tea and I swear they use light Karo. I get a coupla cavities after every cookout!
Growing up in Southwest PA, “Ice” Tea was the go to summer beverage. Never less than 3 gallons of it in the fridge. (Three boys and a neighborhood full of kids.)
Pureed Fairies?!?!
After watching Penguin defensemen getting boarded like this on most every Isles dump—with no whistles—I had forgotten this was a penalty in the playoffs...
Your naked envy of the world’s greatest and most sportsmanlike player in all hockey is unattractive and ignorant.
I don’t even need to sell anything, and I want one.
But then you’d have to park in the row of identical, red Mondials at Cars and Coffee. And you have to wear those corny, Ferrari badged, satin jackets, goofy sunglasses, and bright red driving slippers.
This is a unique, ride and it’s got a Ferrari mill that sounds like a flock of banshees.
Take away the credit, and most of those Teslas would still be under a tent at the factory.
It’s effing bullshit. Standing hundreds of years of commercial custom on it’s head.