Forsooth, I declare that I am a cattle herder. Upon mechanical equine I traverse and I am required by law enforcement whether my heart be beating or not.
Ah, the '50s...when kids could just be kids without all the peer pressure and social stigma.
A THREE HOUR TOUR A three hour tour...
Monday. Sucking workforce-wide since 1942.
Once it has made a kill, the aircraft carries its catch back to the nest to feed to its young.
who's up for a game of Heather-ball?
Dora was confident she could win another forearm to add to her trophies on the wall.
Jagermeister. Enough said.
Go forth and pwn noobs.
Stevie wasn't too sure about the club's new uniform...but the accessories, ooooh the accessories.
Listen, im gonna crash it... we'll call it Dubstep.
HMMM.....I guess I'd have to say "The Empire Strikes Back" was the best.
MY LIFE FOR THE NEXT 18 YEARS? OH HELL NO!