Or a Shark Tank-style infomercial product. “It’s The Orphanizer, From Ronco!”
Or a Shark Tank-style infomercial product. “It’s The Orphanizer, From Ronco!”
Pretty much covers all the bases.
That would be an odd headline choice for a story about a new law regulating music tempo in Chechnya.
But then wouldn’t life also be far more dead than we ever thought possible? Basically we’re living in The Sixth Sense, that’s my takeaway.
You should have her turn it off when she’s done and then just set it to the temperature you like. Unless…no.
$10 says fusion power also ends up being the cure for Alzheimer’s.
You really pulled the wool over our eyes with that one.
He’s a real baaad guy. He’s been on the lam ever since.
This raises a good question: why do we call them fanny packs? Why are we so afraid to acknowledge and use frontpacks?
The solution is useless…as long as the problem remains fictional!
I love those so much.
And put down your phones!
Who is Katie?
First things first: have you counted his fingers, before moving on to anything else?
He should be played by Harland Williams in any unlikely film adaptations.
Yeah, but what’s after that?
Solid answer. :)
I won’t talk you out of loving the smell of your own farts, but: do you think it’s possible parts of North Korea are beautiful? Could one, I don’t know, imprison someone in a palace?
His girlfriend, who has tenure at the budget strip-club in town, is also expected to endorse Trump in the middle of her Wednesday afternoon performance.
Seems like it’d be easier and more honest to have it just kill the parents.