The last personality test I took had me in black bile the Earth Nation.
It can be very calming.
Meat hanging over an obvious net trap.
Can’t even get a pizza-meatball-crab sub or an all syrup Dr. Pepper either.
No. More. Swamp-crotch.
20 joints?
That’s not nearly enough to share with everyone.
A real Curtis Jackson moment.
Damn Gritty, you work fast.
Two bags of cherry sours!
That’s a startling amount of self-awareness from him.
If you have to force it, you’re going to break it.
Sidenote: rectal fistulas are awful.
I prefer “kabloingie”, personally.
Turns out that Moderate heavy states like Ohio, Indiana, and Michigan don’t want to vote for a felon that threatens to jail his enemies.
The death of Rosencrantz in Vagrant Story.
Wizards don’t have a regulatory board. It was liquidated.
Obviously the wizards will do it.
Personally, I’m hoping he shits himself to death on live television at the convention.
Dear Biden, the path forward is now clear. Do what needs to be done.