Beared his name?
Beared his name?
“It’s dull and crooked! It’ll hurt even more!”
You’re in trouble over the urine trouble. Astronauts tend to get pissed off when they’re getting pissed on!
It’s the damn fit and finish! Too much panel gap.
Shitty news. The engineer is just waiting the told, “You’re in trouble.”
That’s an ocelot of conjecture.
Yes, it’s definitely worth a read.
Nice job on both the autographed Vonnegut, and taking any excuse to tell us about it.
This kind of thing usually goes away with the assurance that a dry cleaning bill will be reimbursed and dessert will be comped.
Read the article this morning at job number one and resolved to make it upon returning home from job number two if my appetite was there.
200 books?! Damn, sir, that is one hell of a legacy. I loved his work growing up, and there is a copy of Foxman on my shelf that gets a re-read every now and again. Guess I’ll have to dust it off again.
I was thinking that was a wireless keyboard for a sec, and really laughed.
My girlfriend hasn’t liked Bobby Flay since he jumped up onto his cutting board on the original Iron Chef. I’ve told her it’s a long time to hold a grudge, but, well, she’s pretty stubborn.
Or the sustain.
European-style hot chocolate.
You guessed it… Frank Stallone!
It’s pretty good, but I also feel like it could be done better?
I am very upset with my life, for neither knowing about nor inventing the hippopartybus, sight unseen.