They were called Italians when I lived in So. Maine in the 90s.
They were called Italians when I lived in So. Maine in the 90s.
Negro was brandishing. Can't have that.
Oh, you are delightful.
Golly!
Wahlberg never blinded anyone and his victim felt he should be pardoned.
Unadjusted nmbers are damning with faint praise.
Run away.
Oh, God.
And I’ve seen people run over and shot.
Getting called a cracker is probably the absolute best your boyfriend should expect for rolling up on folks in a three ton steel cage. He should rethink his usual routine because absolutely nothing good will ever come of it.
The US is now the largest petroleum producer in the world.
Yes.
You learn something new every day.
I doubt my ancestors ever drank armagnac, but, boy howdy, do I want to read me a book by a certified champion of the beautiful!
Have you ever been confronted by a squirrel in the wild? They're vicious little monsters. A large enough pack could bring you down. Quad M-60s is just good planning.
“Our vet is an Armenian fellow. Like i imagine that in his off time, he sits in an Armenian café, wearing at least three gold chains and with the top two buttons of his shirt undone. He’s the kind of vet who you can go to if you get shot and need the bullet taken out without getting onto the cops’ radar.”
Boring.
That's what they want you to think.
I think the high velocity rounds killing people downrange might be more of a problem, but yes.
This sounds like a damn tasty cocktail.