Listen, the sabres were on. I haven't got time to be going through bottles, trying to find a good pairing for Grizzly Mint and a mayonnaise sandwich. Bird Dog seemed reasonable. It was in front.
My brothers dogs are cremated, in nice (not expensive) urns? Tins? Whatever, with their collars wrapped around them. Very beautiful and incredibly sad! Save for one, he's in the desert in Vegas, like a f*king mob hit.
It's amazing how he can out-coach every coach in 125 college programs and 0 coaches in 31 NFL programs.
Think about that. The NFL was so hard for that fraud, he fcuking quit!
Give it a minute, you'll figure out what the censored word is.
And anyway, I've had a life insurance policy since I was 18. All that Shi* is paid for already.