Hello. I love you. Won't you tell me your name?
Mike Godwin needs an exhibit.
If they really want to delayer authenticism in dine-ality, they need agile tiger teams to peel the onion, and bring to the table a granular deconstruction of tongue enablers, such as the Mexicanita Grande Fajita Siracharita with Real Hershey's Molé™.
No "Burn It Down" tag?
What indeed will happen? I'm sure we'll be able to control the NSA with the fillings in our teeth.
There's no reason it shouldn't be lowered to the same age we entrust people to make life and death decisions with firearms, grenades and rockets, not to mention the vote. The only reason it was raised in so many states was because of drunk driving. I'd much rather raise the driving age, given the number of texting-related accidents.
Where are the drunken Jesuscon pubcrawlers?
See Chevron acquire market share. Acquire, Chevron, acquire!
Frankly, I think this is Balk's roundabout way of selling advertising to cover the moon:
It will only well-and-truly swing back when men have their necks waxed.
Who doesn't dream of a Union Hall blumpkin?