No auto-mods here. “This is a fertile land, we will thrive here and we will call it…this land”
Everett’s riddle is much like the Oompa Loompa song with the lyrics, “Oompa loompa doopitty doo, we’ve got another puzzle for you…” The puzzle is that you are gonna get your ass handed to you for breaking their social mores. There’s no escape and no appeal.
No, it’s really not. Please look into the Cherokee Nation, you will be shocked how far we’ve come.
Native Americans have not been exterminated at all, we are very much here. We’re like the Borg, we adapt. Example: [Cherokee.org]
Thank you, was woefully behind on the latest slang.
I don’t, but I’m a square.
What the helliszat? Yelena’s prom picture?
Who’s Ghoul? I’d like to subscribe to his newsletter.
If the men don’t find you handsome, at least they’ll find you sociopathic.
You’re the pilot of the airwaves.
Wow. Hate, meet impotent men. Spiritually and psychologically impotent. I’m relieved that they are too much so to get off their butts and lead in any way.
Which is more irritating to the owners of the North Sea right now: The North Sea or Russian destroyers?
There is no argument for having poop particles on the hands. That’s the point of washing them, so one doesn’t share as much of one’s poop with other people.
“Opt Out” phone numbers are a joke, I had to mail letters asking the company to leave us alone with their promotional paper. True YOU, SelectQuote!
My guy has a pack of cards taped to the back of his helmet. Thoughts? Favorite card game?
Skirts with pockets= world peace, prolly
Precious cinnamon roll.
He died in a plane bombing.
No, would you touch up the fig leaf on one of Michelangelo’s Davids?
At least 3% of GDP!