Saag paneer is a great dish. Spinach, spices, and cheese.
I don’t do drugs. I am drugs. --Salvador Dalí
Saag paneer is a great dish. Spinach, spices, and cheese.


Cousin!


I thought that was the game of Linux, the fiddling.


It’s not exactly relevant to the original question, but is to your response … My mom always told me “don’t do drugs, but if you do, do them with me so I can make sure you’re doing them right.”
Was that her policy on sex too?


I was so excited when this came out on Wii! I need to set my Wii up again play it more.
I never had an NES as a kid, but my best friend did, and we spent hours playing excite bike. It was such a great game.


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).


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.


Xenial


I have a kid that was born in 99, every year i am reminded how’s long ago it was.
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.
Could it also be that boomers, while racist, do not consider themselves to be racist? My racist boomer father would tell you he absolutely is not racist, but that everyone loves a racist joke.