

Step one: pour beer down the drain
Step two: enjoy some apple juice
Step three: have a huge glass of water
I don’t do drugs. I am drugs. --Salvador Dalí
Step one: pour beer down the drain
Step two: enjoy some apple juice
Step three: have a huge glass of water
My son is in his water bottle. Never bought an urn from the crematorium.
This is ones of my favorite FPS.
The chonky kitty was existing on a diet of cookies and soup when his pudgy plight was discovered, Newsflash reported.
It’s believed that hospital staff enjoyed feeding him to the point where things went more than a little overboard.
“Kroshik’s story is an extremely rare case when someone loved a cat so much that they fed him to such a state,” a spokesperson for the Matroskin Shelter in Prem explained.
In the states Buttermilk is usually substituted with milk with added acid, typically lemon juice.
Mr fancy pants over here with his two buttons
Was there a question?
Fresh out of high school I got a job working in the same grocery store as my then girlfriend (now wife), i had to take a drug test to finish the hiring process. I stopped at the grocery store to grab the paperwork and as I walked past the bakery they had fresh poppy seed bagels, my absolute favorite. I grabbed one and then went the next morning for my drug test, failed for opiates.
The cremains came in a bag inside of a box made of corrugated plastic. His mother and I split the cremains in the parking lot of a seedy motel. My half went into a big gulp or similar cup until I got them into his water bottle (it is a nice metal one, not like a plastic disposable bottle).