Today, I learned that while my grandmother was in the hospital for a stroke, she referred to my grandfather not as her husband, but as "the man with the cute butt". MLIA
We're like drug addicts, Optimist. You can't just give us one little hit of your awesomeness! I better see you on the next post... or else! Dun dun dun.
Eh, nothing exciting. I'm fucking pissed though, because Drew lost his job. Luckily our rent was paid for the next two months, but it's still fucking scary. He can't afford to take out another loan.
Yeah, I know, believe me. Last year I was unemployed for 4 months. Had to move back in with my parents. *shivers* I got the hell out of there right quick.
It's easy. I just use Version 5 of Internet Explorer 64 Bit. Just delete your cookies, re-start the browser and you can add another Good or Bad. Troll might do it another way, but that's how I do it.
"I didn't peirce my nipples because you thought it was weird. I didn't stay at the King Club last night 'cause YOU wanted to go home." "You were flirting with a woman in rubbber." "There will ALWAYS be woman in rubber flirting with me!"
Spam is a canned precooked meat product made by the Hormel Foods Corporation. The labeled ingredients in the classic variety of Spam are chopped pork shoulder meat with ham meat added, salt, water, modified potato starch as a binder, and sodium nitrite to help keep its color. Spam's gelatinous glaze, or aspic, forms from the cooling of meat stock.[1] The product has become part of many jokes and urban legends about mystery meat, which has made it part of pop culture and folklore.
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