Me, too. Nothing like a woman going to prison and three kids into the nightmare of our foster system for a good chuckle.
I was referencing the people that made the donations that wants them back... but just be yourself T-Bones.
Me, too. Nothing like a woman going to prison and three kids into the nightmare of our foster system for a good chuckle.
Go on Kickstarter and ask for donations for potato salad ingredients.
Me, too. Nothing like a woman going to prison and three kids into the nightmare of our foster system for a good chuckle.
The article I read mentioned two kids.
You are correct. I misremembered it.
No problem, I was getting worried that it was me who was "losing his marbles".
Go on Kickstarter and ask for donations for potato salad ingredients.
I know the feeling, the problem is I only have so many fingers I can tie a string around and now I'm starting on my toes.Oh, I've had a hole in my bag of marbles for years. I try tying it up with some string, but every now and then it gets loose and I lose a few more.
I know the feeling, the problem is I only have so many fingers I can tie a string around and now I'm starting on my toes.
Oh, dear. Where will we get the Nauga hides that are so essential to the "economy" furniture market?
There are few diners left to recycle from.
Well, I got bad news for you, amigo. When you get to 21, it gets downright painful!
I think your idea of Kickstartering a movement for "sustainable Nauga" is freakin' brilliant!
Need a lawyer? My fees are quite reasonable. I figure we incorporate in Delaware, then sponsor NPR.
How can we be trendy by going to trendy retro diners if there is no naugh hides to upholters the diner?
I get no pleasure from pleather.
Me neither. Money, however. . .