That inflatable dolphin is a whore.
That inflatable dolphin is a whore.
Yes, it’s a dumb interior design for a driverless car. They haven’t gotten that far in the development.
Not unlike the back cover of Mad magazine.
They weren’t discussing undocumented immigrants at that meeting.
Or, the old standby, “I am deeply offended by the question and the insinuation behind it. Trump is doing more to address the issues surrounding immigration than any other. Next question. We are done with this topic.”
Yes, it’s pretty much the same thing. And we all got to enjoy, “fifty-seven states hur dur” for eight fucking years. So sleep tight, knowing that the F-52 slip isn’t even the most embarrassing thing the President said today, so no one will repeat it for years.
I’d suggest taking the middle ground (aka minimizing error).
This would have nothing to do with Michael Moore’s threat to start fracking within sight of Mar-A-Lago. Just coincidence.
Fuck your bed.
I have boy-girl twins. One is a rail and the other is, um, well-nourished. We eat together as a family almost every night, so they are at least offered a balanced diet.
You can buy jalapeño powder. I have some in my spice cabinet right now.
Mashed potatoes.
Because (a) the lodge is not “wilderness” and (b) people like to buy coffee for themselves.
How much extra trash do you imagine there will be? And why would it increase?
The people protesting this don’t seem to be well-informed.
That pun is nothing to crow about, so don’t get cocky.
Because the Peets didn’t sell coffee in cups?
We were on a training route for a few months. That was hell.
The address is the only thing that matters.