Heart disease has that big dick energy that COVID-19 (a smarmy influenzer) only wishes it had. It won’t touch you.

I’ve often wondered, where’s the science in politics? This could be taken as shade and I hope it doesn’t. But...I’m mildly drunk and can’t be bothered to Google it. Yet, it seems I can be bothered to type all this crap. Thanks.

For her: a punishment.

I thought it was a new Mazda! Then I saw Alfa...and...disappointed.

First think I thought: “They’re dipped in chocolate...or poo.”

My grandfather should have won all the Oscars then! 😁

It’s good car. Our oldest is 6'4" and he fits in the Soul. Our youngest is a catcher and all his crap fits in the back plus a cooler, etc. I’d like more range of course, but it hits the sweet spot for us.

We didn't consider the Bolt due to interior space. It's just too small. I'm not sure if the Mazda is much bigger inside but it does appear so. We ended up with the Soul EV, but really wanted the Bolt.

Seems that Derulo is in denial. Cats was a terrible play but at least they didn't use CGI. This belongs at the bottom of the litter box.

Eunos Roadster!

I’m from Victoria too and another article on another site quoted the owner who said that due to lower operating costs the electric flights will be cheaper. I use Harbour Airfor work occasionally and I’d just be thrilled not to wear ear plugs anymore.

Then what’s the problem? I’m not sure what the blogger is getting at here. I can’t muster even the slightest ember of outrage, am I supposed to? Basically what boxowalla said: I can relate to these messy chicks; they’re me!

I’ve been drinking since before Halloween. Play to keep at it until after he election, unless I need to keep drinking for four more years.

How about that, eh? On the wet coast, they’re nowhere to be found.

I’ve consumed nut juice, but I usually spit. To each their own.

I think you still “can” maybe somewhere, but I’ve not seen that in ages.

That’s now I get my red velvet cupcakes so red and rich tasting.

Mmmm...and the accents. Yup yup yup. And you know they can cry, or at least pretend to.

*sploosh*

Dad’s stale crusty piece is at the end, after all the fresh pieces have been sandwiched and eaten. Oh dear...