There isn't mush room for it.
An out-sect
With paint. Put on two coats.
Ursine seal delivered.
Itβs the βClicker Picker Upper.β
If you go to the bathroom, European
Itβs called Tailor Swift.
The Living Room!
Credit goes to this old man at my job. He's full of em.
"You mean for the rest of your life, dad."
After all, it can commit IDENTITY theft
Any time there's an insect in my girlfriend's house she calls me over to handle it, usually to cup it and throw it outside. On this fine occasion I observed what looked like a very small roach (Order: Blattodea), possibly a german roach, the kind that are much less freaky huge but more likely to infest a house. Not wanting to take any chances with a german roach infestation, I immediately smashed the little guy instead of saving him.
My GF asks, "what was it? a roach?"
The body is pretty squished and it's hard to see any identifiable features.
I say, "I'm pretty sure it's a Splattodea"
I guess that gives me an excuse to be naked then.
Personally Iβm on the fence.
I'm moving!
tuna can
He came over and saw this. I honestly don't know why he wasn't prepared for that.
As soon as a person walks in and sees this, they would know to expect good luck and fortune from the owner of the house and the whole family, but only if all of the chicks hatch and are all healthy. Every time you left a house, it was considered good luck to look at the hen, and wish it well to have all of its chicks born happy, healthy, and for the hen to live a long life. This is why they call it an egg-sit!!!
