Funny Kevin Hart Day isn’t December 21 because that is the shortest day of the year! Ohh middle school burn!!!
Funny Kevin Hart Day isn’t December 21 because that is the shortest day of the year! Ohh middle school burn!!!
It’s like Alien vs. Predator but Legionnaire’s vs. Gonnorhea.
This story just makes me look forward to another round of Caity Weaver dragging Gawker on Twitter.
Hopefully her family does care about her because honestly nobody else does...maybe Katy Perry was mean to her ‘cause she thought Ryn worked for craft service or something and didn’t say hi.
Under a Clinton Presidency we’d have no additional mental health funding and someone who you seem to show so much feigned concern for would be at great risk for being killed by police for the crime of having mental illness.
That Ryn Weaver chick needs to lay off whatever mood/mind altering substance she is on. Her tweets are...worrisome. I hope her family and team can help her figure out some stuff.
Can someone please explain the starter obsession to me?
My aunt threw away my starter.
Well cooked crispy scrapple is a gift from the God of Pork. Badly cooked scrapple is an abomination.
A couple years ago my parents were staying at my place and brought stuff to make breakfast for my family one of the days they were there. My dad whipped up a delicious breakfast, the centerpiece of which was sourdough pancakes. A couple days later I came across a mystery container in the fridge and, upon opening it,…
You know good eating. I eat scrapple just as you described either plain or with molasses (syrup will do in a pinch).
There is nothing as good as thinly sliced, crispy on the outside Scrapple. It is superior to bacon and sausage as a breakfast meat. If it had a better name, it would be much more widely accepted and its superiority acknowledged.
You just haven’t had good scrapple. I’d drive for days to get some.
Tiny Fey and Amy Poehler did it quite well.
Word problem:
Not sure what happened but I agree. Almost a high-side and a speed wobble together. Yikes.
for some reason my brain wants brad pitt to narrate this.
Then for a knowable reason I wont ever watch it.
Because i’d rather my shift foot not shake uncontrollably from passive fear when ridding :-P
That is the single most terrifying high-side that I’ve ever seen...