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.