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So, Coke then?
Are they implying a Deliverance-like dining experience? I’m not sure Ned Beatty’s ass and dinner should be combined.
~ How She Became Beautiful, A Guide to the Cultivation and Preservation of Beauty, by Mrs. A.H. Emms, 1890
I’m all in on this one.
Or the glass door on my dryer.
Mint in box Mrs. Tweedy. Why the hell do I have Chicken Run action figures?
Dip my card in the slot? This ATM is being a little forward.
Of all the things I want to do at a rest area, paying .25 to weigh myself is low.
My son’s absolutely hateful portable speaker has now scared the living shit out of me twice in a month. NOBODY NEEDS A GUY TO JUST START TALKING! Not in the middle of the night OR when you’re home alone!