Every party needs a chaperone.
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She tourniquets her arm at the elbow with an ice pick and towel, washes the blood off, puts the offending knife onto the gas fire, heats it to a nice brick red and...wait for it...cauterize her own arm.
I can't stand that the coins are not put in my hand before the paper money because it just makes no sense with regard to how the physics of putting your change back in your wallet works. But I have literally never once ever not ever said anything about it except to maybe my husband who has the priviledge of knowing…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Houston%2…
I lived in Houston for a few years and couldn't guess it until I saw it mentioned in the comments.
Because Mega Charizard Y is OP as hell and Greninja is a ninja frog and that's amazing.
I was so shocked, I had no idea what to do. I looked at her silently as she yelled at me before finally throwing her money in her face and storming into the kitchen to cry for two hours.
She won over my respect. The following is a 100% true story:
It rhymes with SmickSmonalds!
That's actually a nice bit of humor in the blog, and I enjoy seeing Blue Spider-Crab. I have issues with the riddles, like this one from the Best of 2014 list: got a job waiting tables at a mid-level, super corporate restaurant named after a city in Texas.
Poochyena doesn't evolve into into a Dark/Fire type. Mightyena is pure Dark type. I think you mean Houndoom.
I get a lot of almost perfect pokemon, which is pretty nice. My notable wondertrades are a shiny chespin, shiny feebas and a shiny pachirisu, and a giratina holding a masterball and a zapdos.
"It's not wild chicken" is so beautiful. It's one of those verbal paper cuts that are so hard to pull off
I have a boy and a girl (now 13 and 11). I find this extremely helpful when buying for any occasion:
Well...That is a system, not a game...
She tourniquets her arm at the elbow with an ice pick and towel, washes the blood off, puts the offending knife onto the gas fire, heats it to a nice brick red and...wait for it...cauterize her own arm.
That last chef is more manly than 100 of me.
"She tourniquets her arm at the elbow with an ice pick and towel, washes the blood off, puts the offending knife onto the gas fire, heats it to a nice brick red and...wait for it...cauterize her own arm."
We need to get that last chef on here. She sounds great.
Finally! Someone with the courage to affirmatively identify the restaurant without playing silly guessing games like "it's named after a town that's in the same state as another town that provided the name for a famous soap opera" or some equally asinine riddle.