The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
Well, fuck, that’s pretty gross.
First must’ve been Caldera Linux in 1996 or 1997. Absolutely wild to compare with contemporaries at the time.
I don’t know what rooster teeth is. Anyone willing to summarize?
I have chosen to worship you based upon this position. That is all.
This is the answer
Yeah… No idea if this is someone relevant to popular culture, or just some person. What am I missing?
I regularly eat spicy food, with rare issues in the bathroom. The exception, funny enough, seems to be pickled jalapeños. Not ghost peppers, habañeros, or Carolina reapers… I don’t get it.
I don’t think either one is viable for families, but possibly for single folks, depending upon proximity to urban areas. For folks in the sticks with unpaved roads? I don’t think so.
Dang. I run prefer mustard, mayo, and ketchup, in that order, with my fries.
Horseradish on fries? Never tried it. With Prime rib? Sure.
Weird. Beyond me to consider an adult doing that.
Maybe (assuming this is real) this is the look she always wanted. Who knows?
I knew it wasn’t just me. I don’t typically go for horror themed games, but this series worked.
To enlighten our android-using brothers and sisters… https://xmanager.app/ is a good way to enjoy spotify if you insist on using it.
This seems to be the standard music streaming experience
Have you ever spent any one-on-one time having fun with a kid?
Xavier Renegade Angel, anyone?
This is the way. Good share, friend.
This is the way.