It means Rick Deckard won’t be coming for you any time soon.
It means Rick Deckard won’t be coming for you any time soon.
I used to like Steven Wright.
I still do, but I used to, too.
Usually, the most effective way is to say, “Wanna hear a knock knock joke?”
“Sure!”
“Okay, you start.”
Has about a 90% success rate.
Perhaps they’re attached to the metaphorical walls the woman in blue has put up in the relationship, thus contributing to the man’s wandering eye?
Ohh, that makes sense, thanks.
I am a little confused why that handle doesn’t appear to be attached to anything.
You’re closer than you think:
Or lobby so their private planes are untrackable.
I think watching a couple audiologist videos where they dig out years of compacted q-tip cotton pressed against the eardrum might change their opinion.
“Jesus, Sarah, when are you gonna finally box train that thing?”
I mean, it’s pretty easy to dismiss this desire, but our chain foods in other countries can be quite unique. You can have a burger and a sauna in Finland at a McDonalds. A beer in Germany. Spain’s version of McD’s is insane. And that’s just the arches. Japan has a waiting line at KFC for Christmas because it’s become a tradition. I get why it would be cool to see how what we grew up with differs on the other side of the world.
Brooklyn 99 reference?
Then you finally give up and say, “Okay, computer.”
Tangentially related, press your tongue as flat as possible against the roof of you mouth to speed up recovery from brain freeze.