Let me put my sunglasses on.
Let me put my sunglasses on.
Somebody say, "Is there funk after the death?" I say, "Is Seven up?" Yeah.
My appetite for inane conversation. I'm particularly fond of talking to people who act like they're trying to read.
Do bags fly free? I'd like to bring a sweater.
Perhaps they could sidestep that with a free rides for life guarantee.
From the article: "We’re using a byproduct of the lobster canning industry which is currently miserably underutilized — it ends up in a landfill."
Come on now. Those are clearly not intended to be factual vegan spare ribs.
No, it says "Paul is divorced."
I'd recommend asking Giz about their security problems.
Then you will likely be happy to hear that Detroit's building a statue in honor of the Odyssey crew, in case I read that article incorrectly.
Well, when Apple does it, that means that it's not a violation.
I hope it's love. Or flubber.
Mmmm, my Dingle McDong.
No, I think you're just imagineering that.