Why don't women shave their arms?
Last night I had a dream that I was shopping for a hat, with Carol Burnett, for my nephew Ben.
In the dream I had shaggy bleach blond hair that looked like a fat mop on my head.
I'd like to win tonights lottery.
Work is a four letter word.
My dad's birthday card (which was a good one) is in US Postal limbo.
Friday is coming. (Isn't it Ashby?)
I cannot wait until Ironman is out.
This line is stuck in my head "Can I get a napkin please?" Thanks to this video.
The paradox of insular language
1 year ago
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