You're probably aware then, that these harmless bugs are the least of your problems in Australia [sorry!].
You're probably aware then, that these harmless bugs are the least of your problems in Australia [sorry!].
We have a multi-region player, the better to jump between UK, US and Australian DVDs [all different regions]. Couldn't live without it.
Yep. My dogs love'em. That said, depends on where they're from. If they've come in contact with pesticides, obvs they're not going to be very good for you. But 'in the wild', they're fine to eat. You wouldn't want to live on them, but yes, they're edible.
Oh you lucky lucky people. Cicada chirruping = soundtrack of my youth. We used to collect them! And collect their shells! We used to compete as to the 'best' colours [there are over 200 different types in Australia] and they all had nicknames, a few being:
Your two-year-old is still acquiring very basic speech and can understand more than she can accurately express. But because she's still in that learning phase, she may not fully understand that she's lying by answering, 'No!' to the dirty diaper question. Instead of answering your question, she may be responding to…
He didn't do every night, but luckily we were there for when he hit Indigo nightclub and played up a storm. As good as — but different from — the main gig. And totally worth the ruched eye bags/exhausted body the following day.
Right up there in my Top Three, certainly.
Isn't he though? I saw him at the O2 in London and he was ... compact at best. Played a mean acoustic version of 'Little Red Corvette' though.
Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of the spot where my heart should be. *Dashes off to dig up old Blake's 7 DVDs for some eye candy*
Ohhhhh yes indeedy. Heavily populated my dreams and more. *Whispers* Still does, on occasion. ;-)
What's on his face? I use something like that to steam momo.
Thanks for the recommend.
*Bangs head on table* I want to read it now! I needed a new read. Sigh!
Servalan. Delish.
It IS a thing. A lot of my gay friends back in Australia would periodically get their bits 'seen to', particularly with an eye to being gawwwwgeous for the Mardi Gras season, for example.
Heh. I'd like to stand outside the cubicle and listen to the screams while Bernie's getting his first back, sack'n'crack. Comedy gold.
*Blows extended raspberry* Why do we have to read about these idiots? And their idiot ideas? You want 'mad'? I'm madder we're feeding this troll than about the guff he's spewing because yawn.
Noooo. It's that toddlers can't be trusted. Ever.
Most people I know who've had their babies 'done' have had it done by a paediatrician. I'm not crazy about the look of earrings on littlies, but hey ho; I get the cultural thing about it.
So let me get this straight: toddlers can't remember anything before they're about three or so ... and it's about this age that they work out how to purposely tell lies.