I think he got lost and didn't want to ask for directions. Eventually found a Zanzibarian princess, talked himself up about being a whale model, doing photo shoots for 9 years, and they hooked up. Next morning I guarantee he's asking the boys the quickest currents back to the eastern Pacific.
The day had arrived where my name fell in with the other Tribes for Sewer Inspector. My excitement overflowed as my time was nearly at hand, the job I had dreamed about was a dice roll away! The dice were dropped and the world went silent as a name was selected....
The name chosen that day was not mine. It went to a man from Cloaca, John Septix Crapopolous.... Shit.
The probability that a monkey would throw its shit against the wall and have it look exactly like Shakespeare is, on the other hand, extremely likely in our lifetime.
First, I throw in a jalapeno as a life preserver, then I come in with the second chip like an S.S. Minnow sent from heaven. Finally I Mobey Dick the rescue team and send them to the depths of hell that is my digestive tract.
I would never miss a day of school as a kid if I got to do that every day!
I mean, I'd give Amarillo a little bit of a chance. They've already received 7.8 inches as of December 18th.
Found another one.
What's going on here?
She looks delicious.
Falls are the leading cause of injury-related death among adults ages 65 and older, and the fall death rate is increasing. [CDC]
I see a few options open to us when we reach 65:
I just might dig out my onion and tie it to my belt.
I think he got lost and didn't want to ask for directions. Eventually found a Zanzibarian princess, talked himself up about being a whale model, doing photo shoots for 9 years, and they hooked up. Next morning I guarantee he's asking the boys the quickest currents back to the eastern Pacific.
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Do they give a +3 to strength?
The day had arrived where my name fell in with the other Tribes for Sewer Inspector. My excitement overflowed as my time was nearly at hand, the job I had dreamed about was a dice roll away! The dice were dropped and the world went silent as a name was selected....
The name chosen that day was not mine. It went to a man from Cloaca, John Septix Crapopolous.... Shit.
Something tells me he was not the captain. But I'll wait for all the facts to come out before I rush to judgement.
If that's the stairway to heaven, can I request to be shown the stairs leading down?
The probability that a monkey would throw its shit against the wall and have it look exactly like Shakespeare is, on the other hand, extremely likely in our lifetime.
First, I throw in a jalapeno as a life preserver, then I come in with the second chip like an S.S. Minnow sent from heaven. Finally I Mobey Dick the rescue team and send them to the depths of hell that is my digestive tract.
Is the goal to get last place?
Looks like an albino Harvey Weinstein.
Can't believe that glass at the bottom of the photo has survived being on the counter without a cat pawing it off.
616 gallons per flush.