"There is still concern about the turbulent air inside that crack."
Funny, my wife said the same thing at bedtime after I put down a few rounds of queso with frijoles and ghost pepper tequila.
If you're worried about the karmic balance of the universe, LW#2, rest assured that you can restore it by throwing your wedding ring in a canal in the red light district in Amsterdam. It worked for me, right after I got out of a situation that was eerily similar to your own.
I'd like to see Sean Bonniwell, Roky Erickson, and the Ghost of Sky Saxon in a 3-way duel of completely tripped out psych lyrics.
I'm giving points on "Big Brown Sack. Throw It Away."
I've always found the PBR thing hilarious, though my fondest wish is for Wiedemann to get the same treatment, so that they'll start making it in hand grenades again.
Behold, the Cadillac of portable gas grills:
It uses 16 oz propane bottles, which cost 2 buck a pop out here in flyover country and last for and hour and a half or so.
Lordi's win in 2006 restored my faith in humanity. Or at least the European part of it.
He'll get his.
Same here. A ginger kid in my theater class got to be the Cha-Ching Guy's lighting stand in.
Wasn't there a scene with a supposed hockey game at West High? I knew the whole movie was bullshit right then and there.