If the tackle didn’t get her, eventually the cologne would have.
If the tackle didn’t get her, eventually the cologne would have.
I always trust my local dogfighter when he says his dogs are all looked after in luxury hotels.
Johnny Cash once sat at the table next to mine at the Bottom Line on night. He had the courtesy to not pester me the entire evening. I remember giving him a grateful nod as I left.
Gruesome. Have a star.
I think we can rule out Derrick as a suspect if you just review his shooting percentage
*paints his face*
Ratatatata!
Ratatatata.
He's the Rob Liefeld of the east.