Don't have a Moscow, man!
Don't have a Moscow, man!
I was walking to my car to drive home after high school. For some reason, I was barefoot. I can't recall why exactly. But as I headed to my car I stepped in a huge pile of dog shit. It was gross, but without anything to wipe off the dog shit right at that moment I thought it could wait. I got in the car and began…
Well then...we have that in common.
If I am out for a long night, I often switch to a Bud Light because A) no one can drink 8% IPAs all night and expect to stay functional and B) sometime my palate just gets overwhelmed and doesn't want to think any more. A few people I know always tend to get in my face about that choice because "It's not real beer -…
Here, here. Every time I go to a wedding and the "good" beer is Heineken I find myself secretly hoping the couple soon will get divorced.
No Country for TOLD Men!
Reminds me of this.
Matt Schaub used to run a similar event. He allowed the children to have all the time they wanted looking at toys, but only allowed them to pick 6.
Spot on. I live in MN and wild rice casserole is pretty much the go-to dish for just about any occasion around here. At birthday parties, funerals, or regular old potluck dinners there will be 3 or 4 different wild rice casseroles to choose from.