I tried. I’m new, I don’t know any better!
I tried. I’m new, I don’t know any better!
And then the cravings begin…
Well, most of them didn’t get paid either…
That’s a country song if I ever heard one. “Is my dick too long for this skirt?”
"I am not here to talk to them. You are the hand chosen by the master! Yours is the wheel of blood! Yours is the sword of Michael! "
Yeah, I tell everyone that’s where my familiar drinks from.
Sees door, " Fuck! I’ve been robbed. Wait, did they pick up in here? What’s that smell? Is that lemon pledge?"
They need to go to the hague food court, and punished for their food crimes.
Dear son,
Noice.
Love, dad
Harry potter and the Legend Of The Overfiend.
You haven’t had a sandwich until you get a whole ass bell pepper and half a red onion.
They could have done the equivalent the “last crusade”, but instead of Sean Connery, its Harrison Ford .
What about the import part? How are the wings?
It was actually named by the man who settled there is 1800’s, Joseph. U. FUCH.
Those poor baby AT-PTs never had a chance.
Of course, it does! Tiny homes are hip now, and they still want to fuck us for every penny we have.
My plan A was similar. Just get cremated and just be scattered around my parents graves. Just so "I’m around“. Plan b, viking funeral. Plan “c” is getting cramated, getting an half and ounce of ashes, putting it in resin keychains. Then during the memorial, “take a little piece of Bob with you.”, and hand out the keychains. Eventually, you are going to lose it, go back to my wife, because she probably has a box of leftover me somewhere.
In Edge runners, they were putting people’s cremated remains in stainless steel capsule, like a world’s worst kinder surprise. That struck me as being very plausible in the future.
On the young lady, the choker and the neck line is the narrow mouth and chin on the old woman.