Already nightmare fuel even with just the basket. But THAT is just foolishness. Pardon my language.
Already nightmare fuel even with just the basket. But THAT is just foolishness. Pardon my language.
Get out of here with your false hope.
Think about it. It’s like Werewolf 101. You transform.
“Oh, shit, oh shit! NOBODY CAN KNOW ABOUT THIS!”
That’s exactly what I’d say, too, if I’d turned into a werewolf and wanted to keep it secret. Oddly specific and defensive, no?
I’m not sure what I’m talking about, either. Just a dumb joke.
How do you know I don’t live in western and central Asia, east to the Himalaya and eastern Siberia, where we all know mint is native!?
Why would you do this when the functionality is built right in?
The result is the same. Sooner or later, one of the animals is bound to respond favorably.
Why are you making it weird.
I worked for an investment firm that had about 75 employees, but managed $35 billion in assets. There are a lot of those. Their investments tended to be a lot of the companies ruining the world, ranging from the privatized ambulance companies to the privatized hospice care companies to the emerging-market banks, etc…etc… And that’s just one “small” investment firm.
If anyone wants to see what an absolute menace he was in his prime, this is a great documentary (and a great YouTube channel rabbit-hole–fantastic production).
The shot that always sticks with me is George’s trainer trying his best to hold onto the already-heavy heavy bag, while George knocked the bag AND the trainer around with every punch.
Why do you want to dress like a European king/aristocrat? If anything, creating vests was where we went wrong. Now capes…
Given how accurate that movie was, it seems possible Hugo Weaving is actually the whole problem.
It literally means you’re only worthy of care if you are 1.) in the confirmed service of a company or 2.) already wealthy.
Betcha they haven’t even thought about finger foods. This is bullshit.
I recorded myself and ran it through Shazam and it returned this?
Kindly refrain.
To me, Discord feels like someone shoehorned a bunch of features into an old '90s instant messenger. Like if the only way you could access Wikipedia was by searching through your MSN Messenger chat history or something.
They just thought they’d do everything they did back then, but with balloons. They could already walk on water back then.