

R. E. S. C. U. E. Rescue aid society!
Depending on your skin color, the predators are more like parasites. End result is the same, one just gets there faster.
Hey, I liked Sonic Shuffle. It never put a hole in my hand, unlike another party game put on by an Italian plumber.
“Literally” no longer means just “literally”, but also “figuratively”. Otherwise known as the opposite of the original definition.
My little one made me a Keychain for Father’s Day one year. I still have that in the see through compartment of my work bag. I see it every day I go to work. Cherish every little gift.
I want to buy a little tabletop meat slicer for the very reason. Wife bought a dehydrator because she wanted fruit leather (although I almost never get “leather”, instead becoming “chips”). I want homemade jerky.
What I hear when I hear “company store”.
And finally, a slightly more updated version
Beauty is in the eye. Just the eye.
I figured something was up when it mentions the full product name like that.
Well now I need to know this product, too
Not a firefighter, but I have smelled human flesh burning. I worked pathology for a year, and right off the O.R., a few times a week, you could smell the cauterized flesh from tonsillectomies. I wasn’t in the room with the procedure, but you could always tell. For me, the smell never really reminded me of pork. It was its own thing. That being said, I can’t speak for everyone, but to me, it didn’t smell like pork.
I think they’re pointing out how Target has done a complete about-face regarding LGTBQ representation since the new commander in cheeto.
Have you seen Poison Ivy?
TekKnight, is that you?
They probably don’t charge money for that service though, and that’s a better idea.
They hire women for their looks. Men, for how smug they can look. So, I guess they’re very appearance oriented.
Private eyes clapclap they’re watchin’ you clapclap they see your every move.