And the smell….
And the smell….
The Breach, or The Crowning Incel
Empire = dirt Crown = thorns/shit (JC/NIN) Chair = liar’s
Ergo, I am Superman. And I know what’s happening.
Food? No. Cuisine? Perhaps.
Personally, the first time I experienced this.`
And automated paper towel dispensers… “You will give me a paper towel, now.” And they reply (in my mind), “To gibba pappa towa, now”.
Dibs on the bike!
Over half the congregation can’t find the church.
And did you love it too much, baby?
Yet, still passable with drawn butter and lemon wedges.
Effective has two effs. I appreciate that defective only has one eff. Like, if you give an eff about something, you can make what doesn’t work, work.
Neither. There is an age difference, sure, but an 80 year old woman is a well-lived human adult who can make her own choices. If it were an 80 year old female elf, then possible. Not sure what the age of consent is in elvish customs, or the age of emotional maturity. As for robbing the grave, no, she’s not dead. Robbing the cradle implies young life inside the cradle and there is nothing living in a grave. Now, if the elf provided the woman with prolonged life through elvish ways, then technically, he’s robbing the grave.
Now that avian flu is available in hamberders, masks only get in the way of eating. So, still irrelevant and illegal.
He’s not saying that happened, he’s only reporting it.
The El Camino is a mullet.
“You’re a hairy wizard.” Hagrid, probably.
We have such noms to show you…
The original Sourtoe removedtail