She may not know anything about it yet, but mark my words--the thyme is cumin.
An organiser.
They havenβt noticed yet... but the thyme is cumin.
She hasnβt realized it yet, but the Thyme is Cumin.
Sometimes he would simply rename the brand. Sometimes he would name it a different product entirely. In a few horrific instances he repackaged it as food products. Eventually he was found, arrested, and brought to court. And though he admitted to doing all those things, he insisted that he had done nothing illegal and that moreover, his actions were protected by the law and the Constitution. His reasoning?
"I have the right to rename sealant!!!"
She doesnβt know yet. But the thyme is cumin.
Jake returns home after a long days work, finds the cupboards bare and thinks "that's strange we went shopping this week". He goes to the garbage can to find jars of peanut butter, yogurt, pill bottles, assorted food they've just bought discarded. He asks "Honey why is all the food in the garbage?" he finds her watching TV in the living room she says "Roger is dead", stunned he runs to the backyard to find their pet seal dead. He runs inside shocked and says "wow that's terrible, but why did you throw out all the food?!" she replies "They containers all said DO NOT USE IF SEAL IS BROKEN".
Hopefully they can learn to apply themselves.
Good thing Iβm using it in Missouri.
I just bought paper trowels and they're useless.
Long story short, I was fired from my job at the pharmacy.
They are the real rag tag team.
Most of what I say to patients is ingest.
He said it was our "Tina Turner."
Keep on turnin', doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo...
Ariana Venti.
He is involved in very organized crime.
http://imgur.com/KQk7oyH
With a Black-Magic marker.
We were at breakfast, when my dad wanted to refill his OJ, and suddenly he yelled out:
"Hey, you! Pay some attention!"
Everyone at the table was somewhat confused. With a stern face, he pointed at the label on the OJ.
^^^it ^^^was ^^^unconcentrated
....okay dad...
Last week at work one of my coworkers was filling out a postage label and was having some trouble, so she asked our boss about it.
While the two of them were talking, I hear the boss say, "and when you're putting our address, you'll also need to write the suite number."
I then added, "Don't put down the sour number," then headed out and had a good chuckle for the next five minutes.
She hasn't noticed, but the thyme is cumin.
She may not know anything about it yet, but mark my words--the thyme is cumin.
I'm not in trouble yet, but the thyme is cumin.
She hasn't realized it yet, but the thyme is cumin.
She hasnβt realized it yet, but the thyme is cumin...
