Lies! There is no potatoe, only sadness.
Lies! There is no potatoe, only sadness.
I would rather spend that money on a local burger joint. Give me a single named joint with a generic paper bag with grease stains on the outside.
So do you file it under your own insurance and they sue him?
I wonder, does his homeowner insurance cover the damage? Do you go through your insurance?
Did you see a sign that says dead decepticon storage?
The need that to clean the ceiling fans.
Yeah, same.It just never got better and I just motion sickness.
My plan A was similar. Just get cremated and just be scattered around my parents graves. Just so "I’m around“. Plan b, viking funeral. Plan “c” is getting cramated, getting an half and ounce of ashes, putting it in resin keychains. Then during the memorial, “take a little piece of Bob with you.”, and hand out the keychains. Eventually, you are going to lose it, go back to my wife, because she probably has a box of leftover me somewhere.
In Edge runners, they were putting people’s cremated remains in stainless steel capsule, like a world’s worst kinder surprise. That struck me as being very plausible in the future.
What!? And ruin the bottom line!? Blasphemous!
Or the machines. Those things get gross and I doubt anyone cleans them on a regular basis.
Crotch ray!
You don’t have to blind those pilots tonight!
Shoot the planes for funnies,
You don’t care if it’s wrong or ifs it’s right.
Come on, baby! Don’t hold out on me! I need those Steam deck exhaust fumes! I’ll suck your dick!
A strange juice in the hand is worth two rude and unreasonable chickens in the bush.
Leela probably likes the chrome dome.
I feel we have made a terrible mistake!
What a terrible day to have eyes…