I'm hungry. I wish I had nubile female handlers to feed me grapes. And by grapes I mean bacon. And by bacon I mean bacon.
I park in a pay lot for school pretty much everyday and there's a shitbox Mitsubishi Eclipse that does the same. Only difference is they never pay, and as a result I'm always coming back from class and seeing a ticket on their windshield. A parking ticket is twenty bucks. The lot fee is fifty cents an hour. What kind of X-treme moron is this person? The logic of some people simply baffles me.
Seriously though I'm so hungry right now I'm reading labels of various products and looking for ones that use key phrases like "non-toxic" so I can decide which one to eat. Dammit where's the Elmer's glue?
I park in a pay lot for school pretty much everyday and there's a shitbox Mitsubishi Eclipse that does the same. Only difference is they never pay, and as a result I'm always coming back from class and seeing a ticket on their windshield. A parking ticket is twenty bucks. The lot fee is fifty cents an hour. What kind of X-treme moron is this person? The logic of some people simply baffles me.
Seriously though I'm so hungry right now I'm reading labels of various products and looking for ones that use key phrases like "non-toxic" so I can decide which one to eat. Dammit where's the Elmer's glue?
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I'm hungry. I wish I had nubile female handlers to feed me grapes. And by grapes I mean bacon. And by bacon I mean bacon.
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Also...
"Inspector Hammer, was what you did in the store absolutely necessary?"
"Oh yes, I had no groceries at all."
-TM
Damned stuff is so good, they can pack 16 ounces of bacony goodness in a 12 ounce package (these days), 'cause they figured out that 16 ounces at a time might be a little too much.
So ya know, I just buy TWO packages at a time now.