How does his hair do that? If anything makes me believe he’s in contact with aliens, it’s the hair.
How does his hair do that? If anything makes me believe he’s in contact with aliens, it’s the hair.
Wowser...but I honestly have to say what you described is really not a lot different from conditions here (at least in the Rust Belt where I live.) ER wait times are horrific. Just to get triaged, unless you’re bleeding from multiple bullet wounds, takes for freakin’ ever. I know once I had to actually go remind…
This is why I have always believed God has a sense of humor. I mean....have you ever seen a naked man run?
Can you elaborate? The reason I ask is that I finally asked some Canadian friends for their real time experiences with health care after one time too often jackassery from my brother regarding wait times for health care in Canada. Upon which, I learned he truly was engaging in deep red jackassery.
starred for titular pleasure
“Don’t worry, dear, you go on feeding that baby. That jackass pees in the bushes in full view of the neighbors.”
Starred for reichwing. I hafta find a way to accuse my much loved but stupid brother of this.
I star this even though I’m damn near part of that demographic. Old white people can make other not quite so old white people want to throat punch a bitch.
And he has a bully puppy! ::faints::
Yaaaasssssss
I’ve never quite understood the whole “imagerd...she has panty lines”! Commando can be gross (and painful when you consider some seams). Thongs strike me as so much buttfloss. I mean, you wear what you’re comfortable in, but for me it was always so I’m wearing underwear and have the dreaded VPL....BFD
Things that make you go....”I CAN’T BREATHE!”
As I said in another feed, I can’t tell you how many times I have wished Ohio would split in half and those of us in the north could float away to Canada, away from Ohiotucky.
I was having a WTAF am I watching?! moment
dingdingdingdingding.....we have a winnah!
BAHAHAHAHA....wait...what?....This *isn’t* the Onion?
Be showered in stars
“I found my husband on Craigslist—”
Three words.....giant flying cockroaches. I don’t care what you call them, I know a giant flying cockroach when I see one. Not to mention razor wire around your in-ground pool to keep snakes and gators out. Or not being able to be barefoot outside for fire ants. I think I’ll keep my Alberta Clippers and snow…
Oh lord yes. I can see it now.