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If you ordered toast, and it was only toasted on the left hand side... Would you send it back? Or would you eat your half floppy toast?
Damn man, sounds like a rough night. And sounds like it was fun til it wasn't!
The classic 'I'm just smokin' over here' disguise. I swear, the second you sit down with a cigarette and a beverage (or meat creation) you might as well have 'onlooker' written on your forehead in bold type.
Stay sensitive to the party noise. When it changes, it's not always from a broken glass end table. Yah.
I know plenty of upstanding folks I'd trust with my life who've been arrested. Heck, if you havent been arested even once, what kinda life have you had?
Im-press-ive
Whats him doing with all that leg? Not taxes, most certainly.
Well Tom, as the saying goes a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, but those are old rates. Accounting for inflation I think we could be looking at upwards of 24.3 birds in the bush on the open market.
And ramble we shall. Over the factory and beneath broken glass; all to find glimmers of hope held gently between blades of grass.
Neapolitan icecream cats
The hardcore structuralists will say The Color of Magic, the City Watch fans will say Guards, but I think I agree with those who say Mort. Because that's where the characterization of Death really sets in, and you get to The Hogfather faster. And because you get a young lad protagonist for the young lad to identify with.
*Beeg Cedar
It's Cheri now!
It's part of the charm, it's a website for arbitrary made-up style people. It's for horrendous pedants and their pet ants. For faceless bodies and graceless bawdies.
Though rules tend to bend before the almighty index of attraction, breaking anonymity tends to unite our more orthodox faction.
Science Fiction or Fantasy? In two categories: Books and movies.
How far do you reckon you could kick a hacky sack filled with peeled grapes?
Ah yes, a metal band logo
I've always fancied my right calf, I think it would be quite marbled and delicious. I would rig the lots so I'd lose, thus surrendering my leg and satisfying my curiosity. All while avoiding the strange looks volunteering would garner
The questions have been mostly on the side of odd, random, and personal. Time for the creepy question bomba: The world has fallen to an apocalyptic event. You and seven other survivors are starving without recourse. You don't know any of them, but you know that none will survive without food for a perilous journey.
When cannibalism is proposed, how do you react? Do you volunteer? Do you propose limbs? Do you rig the lots so you're guaranteed safety?
I've lived in KY, VA, WV... Yup. Sounds about right. My accent is fairly flat, due to my audiobook addiction. But when my ma would hit her thumb with a hammer and swear 'oh my stars and garters' it sounds about like this. Or, if I'm drunk, it's 'bout like this.
bobalo bobalo bobaloHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Tell me now if you think that you know!
The vessel with a handle is underrated. I love soup mugs, I like to drink my soup. Tomato, creamy potato, corn chowder, lemon zucchini, some soups are made for sipping. And bowls aren't made for one handed sipping
Ahaha! I had an injury I acquired when I was 22 heal the other day! I am 30 now.... Dang ol tendon knot
God exist to facilitate jokes and sayings, without him and good old jeezy christ, my poor southern lexicon of blessings and damnations would wither.
Like killer clowns, mimes, skinwalkers, and honest cops, such things exist only to improve storytelling and sayings.
I recall jousting my brother with brooms when we were, oh, 6 and 7. We'd just watched "A Knights Tale" and so, naturally, we put the bristles of some brooms against our shoulders while we biked pell-mell towards each other. Luckily, our aim was shite. Unluckily, after the second pass, I let the broom droop in disappointment. Caught a crack in the sidewalk and weeeeeeeeeeeeee, I got some serious air and a bruise the size of a melon.
Hey, the hometown is bumpin! Hell yuh
I love your hair texture, wild and windblown
Tis the shape, not the magnitude. Tis the attitude, not the jiggle. Yet. To say small is greater than large is a lie. They are two side of the same adonistic coin. Only in the other's shadow do either of them reach true greatness.
Even more so when you're not bready for it, really goes against the grain
Degenerate levels of head pats to be sure