HA! I'm meeting my Mom at a bar where we'll have one or ten, I'm leaving my car there and riding with her. Upon return to the car I'm willing to bet we'll go in for one more to wash ourselves or all that was pure at the shower.
My best friend's dog used to do that. Sometimes with a running start. She was not a smart dog. Poorly constructed sentences confuse me. I didn't know they let pregnant women play at The U:
The hurricane is basically headed straight at my house. Should be a hoot. I need to go stock up on emergency supplies: I have plenty of Dr. Pepper, but the rum is half gone.
Unless you post pictures of them sitting atop your boobs, I refuse to cheer for you since I can't eat them. The treats, not your boobs. Eat them, that is.
I'll raise you one. I received this email from a coworker today: (I removed the names of the employee and software)
I was hoping to see a pic of rice krispie treats. Oh wait, is that a real pic of a real poster's boobies? On another note, I guess I am not fit to own pets, I had to rush my dog to the vet because he managed to scratch himself raw, get infected, and required having half of his body shaved and now has to wear t-shirts.