Yeah! Let’s go fuck that cheese!
Yeah! Let’s go fuck that cheese!
No, it was like “weather is brought to you by.” Can I not remember the rest because I was blinded by rage . I didn’t even hear the weather. It only happened once.
“it’s the thirst mutilator!”
I asked Alexa what the weather was like, and they shoe horned a sponsorship.
“Do they need mushing up?”
Behold this sacred relic! It’s his old samsung S5!
I’m surprised how nice the website is.
Narwhal is cool, but do you want to use the good Narwhal on just anyone? I want to use it for special occasions or that certain someone.
I would rather spend that money on a local burger joint. Give me a single named joint with a generic paper bag with grease stains on the outside.
The only way to protect yourself from a bad guy with a sword is a good guy with a spear.
The only time I was in Boston, my girlfriend and I ran for the subway before the door closed. A guy held the door, I thanked him, and he turned to his friend and said “See, not everyone is a dick, asshole.” Or was it “not everyone is an asshole, dick.” But it was pretty on brand.
“This machine just called me an asshole.”
I this what you want?
I went through to the trouble of translating that, and it was worth it.
Can one compost old weed? Turn it into weed mulch? Could someone buy it wholesale and make something else? This feels like a problem a little R and D could solve.
It’s all fun and games, until you have to explain to a person you are playing chess with, that you just orgasmed because of the vibrating butt plug, you are using to cheat at said chess match.
Sadie