Cherokee’s don’t count your good to goGuilty as charged View attachment 97478
Cherokee’s don’t count your good to goGuilty as charged View attachment 97478
You gots ta use Newport butts if you are going for the bottom feeders.
I usually leave a good book in there - something like “13 Hours” or “A Bridge Too Far” or The Longest Day”.I'm old, still have a magazine rack in the bathroom..... Has saved the day on more then one occasion Lol
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Yes!!!! That’s the shitty company I was trying to think of!!! Thanks @Hayata !!I had high hopes for the Scofflaw hard seltzers...yeah, after trying a variety pack...not so much. I'll stick to their brews.
@Fast306stang - check out American Home Shield. You can buy a warranty for the major systems of a house you are selling. Gives the buyer piece of mind.
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Back in the day it only cost like 300 bucks or something. I'm sure it's WAY north of that now.
Oh thank you for your permission. I would’ve been lost without itCherokee’s don’t count your good to go
Oh Lord. TRUTH.Girl farts are the worst
When's your BD?And my bakkie boys in today, happy birthday to me View attachment 97481
I created a monster..And my bakkie boys in today, happy birthday to me View attachment 97481
First it needs a wash.This needs EOtech... View attachment 97470
My gf practically shit her pants in Hobby Lobby once. She tried to warn me to leave the aisle before I smelled it but I walked right into it. Worst fart I ever smelled. I was actually mad at her.
Yeah. We joked about the “Blockbuster Fart” for years.My gf practically shit her pants in Hobby Lobby once. She tried to warn me to leave the aisle before I smelled it but I walked right into it. Worst fart I ever smelled. I was actually mad at her.
why are people bidding up the PSA tho? lol they just dumb or somethingObvious choice is obvious
hahahah you know its bad when you can remember it happened in a Blockbuster. they been outta business for what a decade?Oh Lord. TRUTH.
I remember back when I was dating the future Ex, we were at a Blockbuster Video trying to pick a movie. I was getting perturbed because she kept walking away From me as I was talking about one I was interested in seeing. Then I followed her too quickly one time.
My senses were overcome by the smell of burnt rotten eggs and the unlikely mixture of rancid oranges.
It was the kind of smell that’ll peel the paint off a Buick.
I was certain that I’d somehow accidentally walked into a WW1 reality and was experiencing Mustard gas.
My eyes began to try to crawl into the back of my skull.
My breathing stopped, not by my choice, but because my stomach had of its own accord leapt up and begun strangling me to keep from being poisoned further.
I was dizzy and disoriented, but could still barely hear the screeching of her laughter as I passed out.
I awoke 4 days later in the burn ward of the local hospital, lucky to be alive, scarred on every inch of skin that had not been covered.