You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don’t let go, no matter what your mom says.
I don’t understand the question, and I won’t respond to it.
I’m afraid I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, if you will, so I’m afraid I have something of a mess on my hands.
Is that where we landed on that?
It’s vodka. It goes bad once it’s opened.
Dead dove do not eat.
A little comic I doodled over breakfast.
Do you enjoy hot men getting their gorgeous faces repeatedly hammered by fists to no discernible effect? Then you’ll love this film! (I also loved it, despite my concern. Lense-flare the crap out of my life, JJ!)
I finished up my little Seoul travelogue this past week, in between events and travel. Here’s a little preview!
Aw, I can tell how much my cat missed be by the disgusting stress acne she developed on her adorable horrifying chin while I was away.
She loves that frikkin chair.