You do know there’s not an actual parrot, right?
You do know there’s not an actual parrot, right?
He actually makes $65,000. They just tell him it’s $6.5 million and count on his lack of ability with decimals.
Ross?
I had a fishing guide (on the Strait of Juan de Fuca, connected to the Pacific Ocean) tell me about being asked “how far are we above sea level?”
I hear Peter Gabriel has already written a song about her imprisonment.
Excusez-moi, Frédéric. Avez-vous entendu parler de BOFA?
What they do in their private life is none of your business.
LA Magazine did a pretty good longform piece on this in May.
Just at a glance, it appears that the $75 million must have been burning a hole in RI’s pocket.
Rangers’ proposed new chant, while detailed, was rejected as too wordy.
He started begging me like a little boy, saying that he loves [getting his azz eaten) and wanted me to smell it and tell him how nasty it was. Then he said he’d eat my azz afterwards.
In fairness, Albert did wish him all the best, hoping he’d fall into a manhole.
I didn’t nazi what you did there.
This is really fascinating and refreshing.
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Not sure what the play is, but I know his favorite 80s band.