Or Columbia.
Or Columbia.
“Jamming it in my ass” was not on that list, so I’m not sure how valid the rest of the suggestions are. The pre-freezing/chilling tips seem like they’re worth a shot though.
Here in New England, Mutsu are widely available and quite excellent for pie. They’re very firm and also quite large, which is a labor saver.
PUMPKIN PIE 4EVA!
Is he trying to pull a reverse-”Major League”?
I really hope that, after he comes back, that he hurts his index finger so they can use this graphic again.
I am also an offline listener. The sound quality is better and I don’t have to worry about burning data.
They couldn’t compete with the simians currently inhabiting the continent because those elbows cannot support giant cans of Foster’s.
Shall they name it Cricket?
Marriage and animal-husbandry using the same strategies.
They’re not in 2019. It’s a time portal to 1993.
I’ve decided not to be his prostitute. Too much pressure.
This is for fancy Euro rats. Fuckin’ pine nuts and biscuits and shit. Maybe they can put these outside Dean & DeLuca or Zabar’s?
I bet some dipshit in management ignored all the advice and experience and common sense of their staff and told them to do it or be fired.
It’s amazing that there was anybody/anything at all there to witness the race for Alanis to report on.
Because he made his money and now he can be out.
I’m still not convinced that “Jeremy Renner” is real, since all those photos of “Jeremy Renner” look like a German grocery store clerk.
I certainly trust my Roku more than I trust the Samsung TV and smart DVD player I use.
Mother might have something to say about that, but she’s not allowed to come out to talk right now.
David Bowie may have owned that rad 262C, but he really missed out on having a Station to Station Wagon.