Mail Carrier, Autistic, Parent, Pagan, and a very cool dog.
Nonbinary with no preferred pronouns. Married to a bisexual sponge.
Never have we needed Celebrity Death Match more than we do right now.
I remember one where Phoebe is dating a cop and he takes the guys on a ride along where there’s a car backfiring but they think it’s a gun shot and Joey tries to save a sandwich.
They’re generally fine, occasionally insufferable, and nearly always preferable to any religious zealot.
God hates flags. I see what they did there. Man, they really want to be clear they are basically the Westboro Baptist Church as a political party, huh?
I think it’s in the sense that he did this with the intent of being favored over his opponent due to his support of things like coal. It backfired because it was so cringe that even the coal groups don’t want him now and endorsed his opponent.
That particular one, sure, but to not go by one at all would nearly double my commute and I already cut it close to make it home for the kid’s bedtime. And truthfully, the temptation mostly comes from knowing I could get away with the secret stopping. That’s why I asked her to be on the phone with me.
24 hours. I can do this. My biggest struggle is passing the liquor store on the way home. I admitted it and my spouse is going to be on the phone with me for that drive everyday it’s feasible. I need to break this habit. Good luck to everyone.
I think the issue here is the word “credit”. It’s blame. No one wants blamed.
Add a nickel for the year you had triplets.
Not just me then.
Tax the rich, the banks, and the churches. Then see if you still need anything from the normies.