Montreal
Author of Flying Objects, Putz Of The Century.
*no whoppers were eaten in the creation of this inane post
*no whoppers were eaten in the creation of this inane post
The sandwich came apart and "kind of exploded" on his chest upon impact, he says.
"I could smell the onions and mustard."
Constitutionally, every one of us must now learn how to dance in high heels and lose 25 lbs in two days.
Constitutionally, every one of us must now learn how to dance in high heels and lose 25 lbs in two days.
My feet wanna dance and my throat wants to sing. I bob and weave past the flying fists of bad thoughts. I sit down with my furniture and tell them old, clunky pieces that I love them.
My feet wanna dance and my throat wants to sing. I bob and weave past the flying fists of bad thoughts. I sit down with my furniture and tell them old, clunky pieces that I love them.
Me: No, you won't.
Me: No, you won't.