

Boooooo.


Boooooo.


CSB My high school buddy still gets carded. We’re both in our 50s. Granted, I look rough for my age.


I don’t see my name in the patch notes. Is there a mailing list I need to join? I don’t have an email address but my friend has one. I think.


Question: how many pickles are still in the jar? And does flavor matter at certain times? Or certain states of mind?


LOL. Sucke…
Crap.


Whoa. Slow down there. Baby steps.
I’m with you. That said, lately I feel like some series could either trim about 10 minutes or should add about 10 minutes.
That’s a lot of the stuff. But I am getting pretty close to those levels. I should slow down but also why should I.


Even though you’re right, don’t ever tell me how to use oil. I will continue to waste olive oil and money.


I know this. And absolutely 100% still tap the can. Sometimes believing is better than knowing. And by sometimes I mean never. But I will still do it.
Absolutely not. You can’t take away my freedoms for $700 million. It would have to be a lot more and maybe for 1 day.
I’ll do it for…$11 million. Not a dollar less and those 5 days of NO freedom or any human rights , but I want a receipt.
These things are made for babies. They stopped being fun for me when I was, like, 19.
Yeah, well, I see that but don’t BELIEVE it. Believing is truer than either seeing or thinking. Checkmate, the ball’s in your court, genius.


Pfft. No. OK. Five dollars.


BOO!
take my up arrow but…
BOOOO
I uparrowed but didn’t like doing it.


Great campy movie that’s better bc the main cast took themselves way too seriously.
My fun trivia is one actor just started their sobriety when in production, another was about to begin a decades long rollercoaster ride of addiction, another was in the rock bottom of alcoholism (and you can actually see it in this photo), and the only comic actor in the squad HATED the others.
RIP Cardinal
In my school, this is an invitation
Wardrobe, weather, and what was the other one?
Hot pop stars putting out explicit albums.
My sisters in Christ, this isn’t the 1950s. I’m not an inspiration for these songs. IDGAF.