Actually, it's the one when the belly, chest and shoulders go in. Ouch.
niktemadur
Only just now it's hitting me that when looking at globular clusters through a telescope, one is looking far, far beyond the single-star naked eye limit.
Having been hooked on cocaine and then implicitly or explicitly equating it with weed, sounds like some sort of internal "reefer madness" 24 hour movie-thon playing in his head.
Because you don't suffer from the White Savior Industrial Complex and its' war on words.
Won't you please think of the poor rich white people who are certain that everybody is weak and offended by everything?
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.
Get me out.. all the way... to... to Nag's Head?
"Is Stacey fucking my boyfriend?"
Y...
E...
"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!
This guy definitely fucks
...his "friends" over.