Don't you guys have salted black licorice, too? That's like the candy version of adding insult to injury.
It's made with honey, sugar, butter, and vanilla, and I loooove it.
Sadly, America has proven that it is full of dumb-dumbs and there will always be people who will vote pieces of shit into office.
Guess I'll end up in jail or dead then because ain’t no way I'll participate in bullshit like this.
At what point do we start Civil War II? Where can I sign up?
Took a joy ride on a bulldozer. We built jumps with it and then went over them as fast as that thing would go. No one got hurt and it was a great time, but I think back to how dangerous and stupid it was (no seat belts, one person drove and the rest of us just held onto the cab for dear life, right above the tracks), and realize how lucky we were that nothing bad happened.
For me personally, I would never date someone that had kids. For one, I don't like kids and am childfree by choice, and two, having been the kid of the parent that started dating after their divorce and ended up with an "evil stepmother" figure in my life, I would never want to be such a person in a child's life. I don't care how awesome a step parent you think you'd be, you are infringing upon the relationship between an adult and their biological child, and let me tell you, that 9/10 times, that kid will never like you, whether they state that out loud or keep it to themselves.
I live in a humid climate (especially in the summer), and if we don't refrigerate our bread and tortillas, or any baked goods, they get moldy in like 4 days.
It's because the coffee makes you shit the cancer right out
Had an absolute asshole of a Lieutenant over my platoon while deployed to Iraq. We get there and they're issuing out bed linens. We're all thrilled because we're getting actual beds and not cots. This motherfucker refuses the linens because "they have flowers on them", then proceeds to demand a cot for himself. He slept in the cot in his sleeping bag instead.
He was also Mormon, attempted to proselytize every second he got, and proudly declared his virginity (he was in his late 20s at the time) when NO ONE ASKED to hear about that shit.
We met at a café for coffee and pastries. He talked about himself non-stop, I couldn't even get a word in, like not even to ask follow-up questions. Every so often he would realize what he was doing and then pause and sat "Oh, uh, how about you?" as though he finally remembered I was there. I could get about 2 sentences in before he took over the conversation again.
After the first date I was willing to give him a second chance because I know people can talk alot if they're nervous, so we called each other a few times, but it was the same thing, just him talking the whole time. He would call me after work and ramble for an hour about nothing. I finally broke it off because he just never shut up.