...it’s a matter of wife or death.
But he doesn't have the balls.
I responded: So they can send the swat team.
It was so small that I couldn't even see it at first. She had to point it out, a tiny brown pinhead crawling up our slightly-darker-brown cabinet about knee-high.
"How did you even see that?" I asked.
And she answered, "With my spider-sense."
I love this woman so, so much.
"I am sorry, honey." I replied. "What is wrong?"
Luckily I was in my living room.
Then I saw her face...
or so my sauces tell me.
Then I saw her face...
When the bridge slowly began to collapse.
I asked him rather than his wolf hands ?
She’s a nightmare
It keeps telling me my days are numbered
We got some drinks, cool guy, he wants to be a web developer.
Go for the juggler
Now I'm living on borrowed time.
I would be dad.
I asked my Dad to kill a Junebug for me. He said, "I can't kill it yet. It's only March."
He said to go get a gun, look down the barrel and pull the trigger.
I did it. It just killed all the fish.
I was playing a vid on youtube, a neighbor down the road has published a new song. My sister sister sits down at the end of the table and asks if I can turn the laptop about 90 degrees, I grab the laptop and flip it 90 degrees vertical so the screen points towards the table.
If eyes could kill...
My pop just dropped this one via text message:
I used Red Bull instead of water to make my coffee this morning... Got half way to work before I realized I forgot my car.
"If I've said it once, I've said it a million times; Don't Exaggerate!"
“I am sorry, honey,” I replied. “What is wrong?”
...or so my sauces tell me...
We went and had drinks. Cool guy, wants to be a web designer.
