I went to the Astrodome a couple of times to see the Astros play about 20 years ago. It was a festering, drippy, humid concrete hell. I thought it was an awful place to be. However, if you have a VW Beetle covered with killer bees, it's the best place to go.
I'm guessing they are a victim of auto correct—and a lack of proofreading. Note the use of "a" instead of "an" before the word.
My brother used to drive a school bus for a private bus company. He parked it overnight in a local church parking lot. On a few occasions we drove the bus to the hood at night to buy weed. Nobody ever thought we were cops.
No worries. But I would have turned down a side street.
I just caught that the second time I watched it. I don't think it was Sinatra, though. The voice wasn't right. Might have been Harry Connick, Jr. Or maybe Michael Bublé. But he was swinging.
Was that cop listening to Harry Connick, Jr.? Or maybe Sinatra, but it didn't sound like his voice. That makes him even cooler in my book.
What shoulder? It's a curb and a sidewalk.
I'm guessing this sort of thing has been happening for as long as there have been cows. It's just that back in the Middle Ages the farmer would have immediately killed and burned the cow, instead of Tweeting it.
His truck is probably in Mexico already, so the perp will never see his message.
Thor would have looked silly with a yellow head and yellow hair. I agree with you, for the more generic sets.
You can put a boat on a ship, but you can't put a ship on a boat.
Fair enough.
Actually, I am a professional trumpet player, with three degrees in trumpet performance. I'm the principal trumpet in a very good regional orchestra in Abilene, TX, I sub with the Austin Symphony and Austin Lyric Opera, and I am one of the first call classical freelancers in the city. So yeah, I play trumpet.