2587 pts · November 12, 2015
I feel like this story led up to a plot twist but just kinda stopped.
When test volunteers die on the first couple space flights, you need ice water for blood to carry on. Or a dark sense of humor. Or both.
That’s a bigass scope for 25 yds.
I stumbled into the only open restaurant, near death after my escape. “Hello, welcome to Applebee’s.”
If someone died, they’ll still be dead tomorrow.
“Sorry kids, ol’ Batman had too much pumpkin pie. He’s just gonna lay down for a minute.”
This looks like something my mom would share of FB. This, and ‘Facebook is trying to BAN this picture! Share if you support our veterans!’
Our Ace is awesome, but it’s a mom-n-pop store that stayed the same after Ace bought it.
“I’d say it behind your back, but I’ve only got half a tank of gas!”
I’m just in it for the discount. But we’re having a little get-together Tuesday night...
Nah, the Asians aren’t playing violin.
Pretty sure that means ‘do not feed after midnight’.
I had adult braces for almost 3 years. Getting them off feels like you’ve been paroled.
Frazetta didn’t believe in skipping leg day.
A killer among us.
Kid me: whatever dad, that song’s not about drugs. Adult me: ooooh, yeah that’s totally about drugs.
Put on your best Duck Dynasty shirt baby, we’re goin to Cracker Barrel.
Hey, he could be on my softball team.
He’s cultivating mass.
They’ll probably unbolt it and put the actual neck on later.
And no one is forced to be a waiter/waitress. Don’t like it, get a different job.
Looks like my lab/shepherd mix. She thought she was a lap dog. Nothing like a surprise 70# cannonball.
Married 15. Was supposed to “only” install cabinets in laundry room. Redid the entire room and put shiplap on the bedroom wall.
Eh, I’m at quality over quantity. Rather have a few good craft brews than pound 20 Bud Lights. Unless I’m camping.
Now you gotta do it every year.
# 14: you wanna be the king, you gotta beat the king. Yoshi on the Bullet Bike stops for no one.
I always said if I was on Idol, I’d blow em out with The Beast and the Harlot. I can’t sing worth a shit, but, you know. If I could.
I vote Preacher. +1
I realized Santa and ol’ dad had the same handwriting. Dad’s like, “Yeah, it’s me.”
I’m like that for the first five minutes, until I actually start working.
I feel like this story led up to a plot twist but just kinda stopped.
When test volunteers die on the first couple space flights, you need ice water for blood to carry on. Or a dark sense of humor. Or both.
That’s a bigass scope for 25 yds.
I stumbled into the only open restaurant, near death after my escape. “Hello, welcome to Applebee’s.”
If someone died, they’ll still be dead tomorrow.
“Sorry kids, ol’ Batman had too much pumpkin pie. He’s just gonna lay down for a minute.”
This looks like something my mom would share of FB. This, and ‘Facebook is trying to BAN this picture! Share if you support our veterans!’
Our Ace is awesome, but it’s a mom-n-pop store that stayed the same after Ace bought it.
“I’d say it behind your back, but I’ve only got half a tank of gas!”
I’m just in it for the discount. But we’re having a little get-together Tuesday night...
Nah, the Asians aren’t playing violin.
Pretty sure that means ‘do not feed after midnight’.
I had adult braces for almost 3 years. Getting them off feels like you’ve been paroled.
Frazetta didn’t believe in skipping leg day.
A killer among us.
Kid me: whatever dad, that song’s not about drugs. Adult me: ooooh, yeah that’s totally about drugs.
Put on your best Duck Dynasty shirt baby, we’re goin to Cracker Barrel.
Hey, he could be on my softball team.
He’s cultivating mass.
They’ll probably unbolt it and put the actual neck on later.
And no one is forced to be a waiter/waitress. Don’t like it, get a different job.
Looks like my lab/shepherd mix. She thought she was a lap dog. Nothing like a surprise 70# cannonball.
Married 15. Was supposed to “only” install cabinets in laundry room. Redid the entire room and put shiplap on the bedroom wall.
Eh, I’m at quality over quantity. Rather have a few good craft brews than pound 20 Bud Lights. Unless I’m camping.
Now you gotta do it every year.
# 14: you wanna be the king, you gotta beat the king. Yoshi on the Bullet Bike stops for no one.
I always said if I was on Idol, I’d blow em out with The Beast and the Harlot. I can’t sing worth a shit, but, you know. If I could.
I vote Preacher. +1
I realized Santa and ol’ dad had the same handwriting. Dad’s like, “Yeah, it’s me.”
I’m like that for the first five minutes, until I actually start working.