TheAsianDonKnots
DESTROYED, even.
The cocktail wieners tasted funny. I think it was the Brazilian rosewood toothpicks soaked in cognac, and covered in gold leaf. Billie had 16!
Yeah, I have SO many rescue animals, it’s hard to explain to normal people. Multiple dogs with all sorts of problems, a few parrots, an angry hedgehog, two cats, and my vet’s first call to foster (almost anything). They are all well taken care of and clean but there’s a… smell.
I’m also holding Balthazar, a bark scorpion, against his will for invading Pretty Kitty Pepper’s land. Balthazar is kept well and fed a steady diet of pinheads. When he eats, it looks like a dot matrix printer in reverse. That’s the one creature in the house most people freak out about the most, but they would all be wise to fear the parrots.
Pretty Kitty Pepper for reference
I’m diagnosed dyslexic which, when reading aloud, sends me into a stutter to full embarrassed apologies. When reading to myself, I’ll make it 10 pages before I realize I didn’t read shit. I’m never getting laid in your hypothetical world.
Who am I kidding? I’m not getting laid as is.
…and it’s relatively cheap. It’s estimated that Pablo Escobar was pulling in $400,000,000.00 usd per month. That’s easily two US militaries without adjusting for inflation, and the Medellín is paid, AND they still profit. Crazy.
The one that was like 10m long 😆 I’m assuming that’s the album one.
I used to study in a cozy little cafe that was a row of houses turned into business. Next door was a bar that could get a bit rowdy sometimes. They had one of those jukeboxes with an app. I would load up Hotel California every chance I got. I could barely hear the music but I could hear the patrons groan every 30 minutes or so. One day the song option wasn’t there, so I switched to American Pie by Don McLean.
I’m sure they hated me.
Hypothetically, let’s say the administration cancels social security. What happens to all of my money I’ve already paid into the system? I’m not at retirement age yet. Are they just going to steal my investment?
I keep getting ads that blast right out of the gates saying “my husband prematurely ejaculates…” in the middle of the day. Or “problems getting rock hard?” I got my kids next to me. Like WTF? If it’s supposed to profile me, it’s broken. I don’t need or want ED pills and even if I did, why are the ads so crass?
Ouch, right in the emotion chip.
They are! I was only going to get one cat after a nasty divorce, but found out they were a bonded pair and went home with two. They keep the silence at bay. I couldn’t picture my life without them.