XOXOX

The cat then returned to his mortal body. He awoke slowly and with a fading daze. He again picked up the glass of whiskey that sat beside him and again looked at the picture of them together. He smiled, raised his glass and said "Here's to number eight.", and once again pulled the trigger.

If I found myself laid out on a blanket that was the same color and texture of my own hide, I'd be a little worried about it's origins.

He's not smart, his ego just can't handle everyone, everywhere seeing what a loser he is.

This guy looks like a mix of Joe Biden and George W. Bush.

The golden snitch.

Now consider wild fires during that period.

I wonder how many minutes it took to pre-target that site with a Minuteman-3.

Don't forget the phase-change cooling from the addition of solid state H20.

Johnny was a chemists son. But Johnny is no more. What Johnny thought was H20, Was H2S04.

This implies the existence of the Purple Swamp Cock.

I can't wait for those noise polluting fuckers to go out of business when the boomers die.