I didn't get very into yogurt until after I had moved from the US to Canada, and now I'm haunted by the huge selection of flavours in the US that I no longer have access to. That's okay, though. Liberté Greek yogurt is far superior to anything I ever tried down there.
We do both. We have organized dishes in one cupboard, and an absolute cluster-fuck in the one where we keep all the kids' dishes and water bottles. In 30 years it will be that cupboard that our grand-kids pull an old plastic Barbie cup out of and have to give a quick smell test before pouring their drink into. You know the one.
It probably would have helped. Honestly, someone needs to get all of the world leaders tripping balls in one place. I, for one, would welcome a shaman-led society.
This is exactly how Eric Barone felt, despite knowing in his heart that he had made something special to him. This is how he thought Stardew Valley would he received. The general gaming community are such cunts.
I seem to encounter this often while using Sync, and have so for the past couple of years. Not sure why it's taken until now to ask about it. The issue is always as shown here. I'll open a post, even one that I've interacted with and have received replies, but despite my efforts I can't get it to actually display the comments. This seems to happen completely at random, and perhaps as often as 1 in 8 posts. Comments work completely fine elsewhere.
Clicking "View post" via the prompt at the bottom makes no difference.
Any ideas?
His juvenile enthusiasm for the letter X is so ten-year-old boy with sunglasses.
They did this in Calgary and then everyone's teeth went tits up.
Elon won't do it. He's a pussy. He will back out and start calling Stewart a pedo on social media.
In the days immediately after my dad's death, I had the house to myself and had retreated to my basement/office space to have a stress-relieving wank. Just outside of my space was my daughter's battery-operated activity table that was known to play jingles at random. What it was not well known for was playing the giggling sound effect at random. So imagine how quickly I put my dick away when that table laughed at me not once, not twice, but three times in the span of a minute.
If that wasn't my dad's ghost making fun of me, I don't know what it was.
My brother and I put a corked glass bottle down in an old defunct drainage pipe beneath my parents' house. This pipe/canal is quite large and isn't obstructed by the bottle, and the bottle can clearly be seen by peering into a hole in the cement of the basement storage room. Inside of that bottle is a carefully folder paper bearing on it a crude drawing of a cock and balls.
I also want to punch MAGAs and their dorky red hats, but you don't really get to tell them to remove them. That's their dumb fucking choice. Not worth getting booted off a plane for. Your energy would be better spent walking past them multiple times during the flight to fart.
I encourage my daughter (4) to run and peek through the small window beside the front door whenever the driver is out there taking photo. She always looks like a goblin.
Made with Bing Image Creator / DALL-E Prompt: "Old woman hugging sasquatch in her vintage kitchen"
Kremit..! Not in public..