Is today the anniversary of something bad that happened for you? Cuz even for this thread, you seem to be down some spiral you should probably be trying to avoid.
Not fer nothin’, but if I see some crazed ironworker with hands like sledgehammers following me into a parking, I’m calling the cops, too.
And the zipper merge really is the fastest (and safest) way to get that many cars through.
Snowflake, out.
Is there a more disappointing cheese than Monterey Jack?
It evokes images of maidens in frocks on a wind swept cliffsides, or high danger surf areas.
But in the end, it's really just plain ol' American cheese in block form.
Even Pepper Jack is just a lame attempt to make a lame cheese somewhat interesting by putting substandard pepper chunks in it to keep me interested.
Mike Commodore can eat my ass.
I remember him diving like a beotch when Danny Briere whispered on his vejayjay behind the net in game 6.
I think Babs is the biggest fraud, dummy there is, but that whiny beotch Commodore can go pound sand.