deleted by creator

deleted by creator

deleted by creator

Oh hell nah. Welch’s is grape juice made from actual concord grapes. Purple drink is made of purple.

And sit on it for a bit

It doesn’t matter what the specifics are. There’s a few million idiots who now think they can do whatever they want and it’s fine as long as they then send Trump an X-Tweet or whatever about a pardon. Fingers crossed he has only been a very elaborate and well acted out honeypot to catch extremists.

Why does the article first say he said he was holding the knife and his daughter lunged at him then later he says he threw what he thought were tongs over his shoulder behind him but it turned out to be the knife?

Don’t worry, I’m always high. I also don’t have a wife.

Can confirm, I only beat my wife when I’m not high

You can’t just mark a whole train NSFW

People generally like food and grieving people don’t always have the energy to cook, is there anything you make well? Lasagna? Soup? Mac n cheese?

Her face reads as anything from listening to me explain the original 151 pokemon to sitting on a bus thinking about what to make for dinner

I could tell you that’s Alabama but my problem is I would have no idea that face was supposed to mean something, it looks like a blank stare to me

deleted by creator

The guy I had told me to pull myself up by the bootstraps and I ended up finding $20 mil in my sock

I do clean myself before but how am I supposed to eat microwaved creminis with swiss cheese in a tub without dropping a few pieces

You’re correct, this is why you should avoid going to ramen shops near onsens. They use the people broth from the onsens in their ramen to add a mushroomy, cheesy, porky flavor.

Is that served cold or heated?

Automated drones running scripts with thermal cameras and a human to verify seems like a much easier to implement and effective solution than these so-called “new tools”

If I asked for a manager and got the “Market People Lead” I would tell them I’m looking for someone in charge, not someone to lead me around a damn market