I feel like she and I would really get along, mostly because this is the funniest thing I've read all day:
"Randy feels very strongly that cleaning utensils does nothing but weaken our immune systems. One day half the country will be knocked down from some giant, obscure food-borne illness and I will survive solely because Randy believes that cheese is its own cleanser."
And That!
Jill has solved the my anal-probe bike problem. The very same day of my sadangry post, she called to say: all that remains of her bike is the seat. Thank you, Jill, for making my athletic pursuits possible and time-save-y once again.
I have moved the entire contraption inside, injuring my elbows and the door frame, but hereafter let it be known: No more theft shall pass.
I need to wield a giant glowing staff with an eagle on top.
Can I find one at Goodwill?
Jill has solved the my anal-probe bike problem. The very same day of my sadangry post, she called to say: all that remains of her bike is the seat. Thank you, Jill, for making my athletic pursuits possible and time-save-y once again.
I have moved the entire contraption inside, injuring my elbows and the door frame, but hereafter let it be known: No more theft shall pass.
I need to wield a giant glowing staff with an eagle on top.
Can I find one at Goodwill?
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