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e.t.a. Begging your collective pardons. Mules. Not donkeys, mules. |
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yeah, those were...so very un-disney to me. weird, fly covered pudgey sucker tried for a half hour to scrape my 5 year old butt off on a rock.
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As good of a time as any to post a picture of my Mom's little ass
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You know, and I know this is petty and stupid, but sometimes I just want to buy things for myself, so that I can get exactly not what I want and not have someone else possibly waste money on stuff that's not wanted. Usually, I just grin and bear it, but today, I wanted to go out and get the rest of what I wanted for a salsa recipe. I asked my grandma not to go get it (she wants to go to some cheap-assed grocery store that's about 10+ minutes away so she can save what will probably amount to $1), but she left anyway.
GAH! That, and I wanted to get out of the house to do more than go to the post office. You know, like... the grocery store is fun and stuff. :( I think I'm just in a mood. Someone help me. PFFFFT! |
On second thought, it'll be fine. It'll be tasty, and I need to not be so pissy.
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I officially hate the Soooo thread.
Best wishes to you and Barnum, Morrigoon. Ah, fukit, take more painkillers than they recommend, MBC. but, yeah, on two better notes: Awesome score on the uberextended warranty, mousepod. And, sorry, but I'm glad the boob-biting dog is dead. Ding, dong. |
Well, How's this.
I'm going to a Harry Potter book party at DtD, after dinner at RainForest, and Ratatouille. Fun night! |
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mule = burro + horse. bigger, meaner, louder, faster, 10x attitude burro. wee lil horse-like critters. (like zeedonks :p ) no? (it was a loooooong time ago) |
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