LOLOLOLOLi cook everything at 450 degrees no matter what.
Amateur.i cook everything at 450 degrees no matter what.
What the fuck did you say?here the kitchen undercounter radio is always audible, unless im on a call, for seven years. g. e technology . the ppl who installed it lived here for thirty-fi yrs n diedThe radio is haunted
Marathon ended after.Try Crisco
Ok - I know why I would cry...I once hit a man in a motorized wheelchair with my car...
I was 16, hungover, and turning left into the sun when I felt a small bump on the side of my car. Pulled over, and I figured I hit another car. Some cunty twat (I now realize) got out of her car and decided to talk to me like I was fleeing the scene, and had not just pulled over.
Queen twat said "you're just going to leave that BOY???"
I run accross the street, and go and talk to the paper boy staring there. He says I didn't hit him with my vehicle...and then I follow his pointed finger to an elderly man in a motorizer wheelchair.
SIDEBAR: When the hormones in my body decided to turn me into a crazy person (aka woman) I used to cry when I saw old men walking down the street. I have no idea why, but it happened for years.
I lost my fucking mind. I was crying, lots. I think I invited the man to my parents house for breakfast...probably offered him a kidney, who the fuck knows. But I remember what he said:
"Oh don't worry about me dear...this old things been through worse bumps and bruises than that. Have a lovely day."
What a nice man! And what a BAD DRIVER I used to be.
The one and only time I have hit a living thing (larger than a bug) with my car.
My secret shame.
I got hit by a carpet van when i was young, around 35-40mph. Flew atleast 10-15ft through the air. Skidded another 10ft down the gravel road. Just got a bloody nose, beast mode.I once hit a man in a motorized wheelchair with my car...
I was 16, hungover, and turning left into the sun when I felt a small bump on the side of my car. Pulled over, and I figured I hit another car. Some cunty twat (I now realize) got out of her car and decided to talk to me like I was fleeing the scene, and had not just pulled over.
Queen twat said "you're just going to leave that BOY???"
I run accross the street, and go and talk to the paper boy staring there. He says I didn't hit him with my vehicle...and then I follow his pointed finger to an elderly man in a motorizer wheelchair.
SIDEBAR: When the hormones in my body decided to turn me into a crazy person (aka woman) I used to cry when I saw old men walking down the street. I have no idea why, but it happened for years.
I lost my fucking mind. I was crying, lots. I think I invited the man to my parents house for breakfast...probably offered him a kidney, who the fuck knows. But I remember what he said:
"Oh don't worry about me dear...this old things been through worse bumps and bruises than that. Have a lovely day."
What a nice man! And what a BAD DRIVER I used to be.
The one and only time I have hit a living thing (larger than a bug) with my car.
My secret shame.
You reside in "The Pit" don't ya?My secret which I will share through the anonymous internet is:
I spray painted "kiss my fat ass" on the road leading up to the seniors parking lot when I left
Fucking gangster shit right??? Lol
You reside in "The Pit" don't ya?
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One internet handie to the first who can
PLACE
THIS
GIFFY!!!!
David Spade's character in PCU is fucking amazing.It had that really annoying guy
His real name is spades or spade or something that sounds like that