I think the fancy pants pronounce it “who-ets”
I think the fancy pants pronounce it “who-ets”
Drink your eggs? Don’t mind if I do.
The good old days when mercury thermometers when jammed in our asses which was much more pleasant that getting a medical bill today.
Could serve as a warning to the others that the landlord doesn’t play games.
A delicious Cowboy Cappuccino to start the day.
That’s God checking in on his creations. His face says it all.
Not smart enough to stay away from ultra processed foods. That shit’ll kill ya.
Kazakhstan has the number Juan potassium
Has anyone made the, “taste better than it smells” post yet?
I needs me one of these for my hikes through the woods. No zippers, or Velcro or buttons or nothing.
Can we call her Sudsy?
Not, “fuck me in the air tonight”?
Bubbles ain’t got no sister, right?
Makes me wonder how much mass we’ve lost to space with all of the shit we’ve flown to and let in space.
I agree but would add, find a therapist sooner to learn the coping skills sooner.
Now isn’t that precious
Gonna shiver them timbers, am I right?
Looks like the UFC boss
Goddam it that’s when men were men /s