If any of you have ever met Ingrid Newkirk, the founder of PETA, you already know that none of this shite is about animals. It's about publicity....
I'm broke.
The pain gives me focus.
It's like the 12 Days of Father's Day. I got 10 cards and two gifts. I'm saving the gifts for later. Even though I know what they are.
I was sitting on the porch last night watching a pair of teens (boy and girl) shoot hoops and I thought the exact same thing. Only because I'd be...
Seriously. More sauce, fewer 'shrooms.
I'd like to let you have this one but it's too close to Father's Day and I'm still opening presents. Egos are really really hard to overcome.
A man just knows these things...
I have boils on my butt older than my oldest child, and she is 7 years older than you. Don't you back talk me, boy.
Don't deflect on me, I don't make the rules. And I was pouring pancake batter over bacon that was still cooking while you were lost in thought. So...
Bacon goes with EVERYTHING! Crumble it onto blackberry cobbler. Drop some in a chocolate milkshake. Wrap a turkey with it. Pour pancake batter...
With pumpkin pie?
I thought so. Still lost. We have to keep a time limit on these things.
Can't pull it out of your cooch and cram it in your piehole? What are you, a Mormon???
Dude, seriously. I'm not the one with delusions of grandeur...
Someone is taking too long googling. You lose.
God as the uncaused first cause. Go.
I never knew you were a little freckley. That's hot.
I am also in favor of living according to our constitution. BUt in reading it, if you give it serious thought, over the past 200 years our own...
We have cops on Treks here. They're actually pretty cool. They see me walking on the Baltimore-Annapolis Trail with a backpack full of water...
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