What the hell am I talking about? I'm pretty much sloshed all the time!
The weekly meeting of the "Stereotypical Old-Timey Men's Snobbery Club" gets off to a rousing start...
Mommy are these for the mean boys I was playing games with? Heavens no, these are for the nice boys who thought I was your older sister.
SURVIVE THE APOCALYPSE! In Style!
I don't always eat grapes, but when I do they're made of wrath
HUSBANDS worth more at $8.99 a pound.
Yeah, it was an interesting trip. I learned that the king's mother was a hamster and his father smelt of elderberries. I always suspected.