Might have been tongue-in-Chic.
Might have been tongue-in-Chic.
Who knows what I might have mistaken for bread.
I was about 10 years old and was at a friend’s house. He was playing in the basement, and I was upstairs for some reason. I opened the fridge, looking for a snack to sneak. There it was, a jar of vanilla cake frosting, about half-empty! I grabbed a spoon and took a huge bite.
Sometimes the smell can come from trapped funk-water in the bottom of the mug (especially on your fancier steel versions). Peel back the rubber on the bottom very carefully and you may win/lose the foul-smelling jackpot.
(Other than the secret prisoner; gotta clean that one up, Chicago.)
They may *look* pretty from the outside, but each port-a-potty contains a wrap-around trough for six people. Three people in the women’s ones.
Drole Au But.
I believe we literally waited two hours *in a stairwell* there after coming in alongside three other customs-bound flights.
The game was in Griffith. Which, to be fair, is worse than Hammond.
The most important coin flip I ever won was when my boss and I flipped to decide who would hold the dustpan and who would hold the shovel to clean up a near-liquid, elephantine dump that someone took outside the (locked overnight) patio bathroom door.
The NFL Player Interview lives somewhere between Oil Company Press Release and LinkedIn Endorsement From One's Own Mom on the spectrum of honest, interesting information.
...[C]an any Rays fan in the Tampa Bay area guarantee she will still be here when the lease finally runs out?
I'd like to believe I'm good at avoiding impulse shopping. EXCEPT... the house is littered with crappy, bookmarked-at-page-15 books that padded my Amazon orders to get free shipping.
Sorry, but I have to side with the folks who say there's no room for political grandstanding in professional sports. I would write more about it, but I'm at a game and have to put my phone down now to join the next applause-break-during-a-timeout FOR OUR TROOPS!
"Reply Greasy; Try Again Later"
Cee-lo Green Paid $1,000,000 For Singing "Fuck You"
I choose this (an up-down checkerboard pattern) for pint glasses. Tighter fit, and fewer chips from rim-bangin'.
Surely someone else thought of that exchange, too.
...And barista said to him:
"Part of what we want to do with all of our experts — sedimentary, metamorphic, igneous — is try to figure out how should we investigate whether stones will actually break bones. In the past we have been almost completely reliant on university professors. We do not want to interfere with a geological investigation."