Get me out.. all the way... to... to Nag's Head?
niktemadur
joined 2 years ago
"Is Stacey fucking my boyfriend?"
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"Alright that's enough, c'mere bitch..." as she lunged at her.
Whoa!
Muh main man!
He's a gas, that Andy.
A hoot and a half, is what he is.
An absolute ledger.
The Archbishop Of Banterbury.
Molin' Rugue
You MORAN!
And that goes quadruple for truck drivers, especially those who take stimulant drugs to not sleep and drive more, in an impaired state.
They are a plague of recklessness, like rogue missiles.
Using ballpark figures, let's say one out of every fifty vehicles is a truck, but where I live, trucks are involved in one out of every five accidents.
In Mexico, chapulines are a bit of an exotic delicacy from old Aztec cuisine, there's a place in my town that has them, heated and tossed on a grill with no oil, then served on a corn tortilla with black beans, fresh chopped onions and cilantro, topped with a lime squeeze and green jalapeño salsa.
They are delicious.
Don't forget Pam Anderson's sex tape.
Greasons' Seatings to you too!
More like low-budget sci-fi dark comedy masterpiece!
To check if this is your kind of jam, try this on for size:
We first meet our intrepid hippie, country music-listening astronauts in the midst of a multiple-year mission to blow up distant planets using thinking bombs.
Due to an onboard accident a few years back, many essentials got blasted into space, including all of the toilet paper.
Imagine the terminology if instead of it coming from the study of the Hawaiian volcano system, it came from the Icelandic one.
Then we'd be memorizing words like herliaphongoffjlyur.