This letter from the Fire Marshall says we have to get rid of our candle light fixtures, or he'll shut us down.
Can't you just accept that magnets work and leave it at that?
That's how I scroll
Alms for the poor. Flesh for T-Rex. Alms for the poor. Flesh for T-Rex... Look out! Move along now. There's nothing to see...Yay...Go Rex! Dear Loard, please don't let it eat us...
i have no idea why they painted me as a white man either
JESUS he made the dinosaurs, too. So f* off, Darwin.