The snake then bit the sloth, which returned him to the infinite innocence of oblivion. (The snake then fucked his wife.)
The snake then bit the sloth, which returned him to the infinite innocence of oblivion. (The snake then fucked his wife.)
If I found myself laid out on a blanket that was the same color and texture of my own hide, I’d be a little worried about it’s origins.
This guy looks like a mix of Joe Biden and George W. Bush.
Now consider wild fires during that period.
Has to keep it sharp for Grinder.
Don’t forget the phase-change cooling from the addition of solid state H20.
Johnny was a chemists son. But Johnny is no more. What Johnny thought was H20, Was H2S04.
This implies the existence of the Purple Swamp Cock.
Nobody in the history of humanity has been asked how pedantic they are.
The burden of the obsequious.
Unregulated capitalism already ruined the internet.
Ke~~~~ky.
By “better for you”, they mean compared to lard. Which, is the proper pie ingredient if all reason is abandoned in pursuit of the old ways.
This looks like bad taxidermy.
The cat then returned to his mortal body. He awoke slowly and with a fading daze. He again picked up the glass of whiskey that sat beside him and again looked at the picture of them together. He smiled, raised his glass and said “Here’s to number eight.”, and once again pulled the trigger.