If Nike launched a line of formal wear it would be called Nichael.
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I like my women just like my coffee:
- Bitter.
- Very likely to burn me.
- Impossible to read.
Reminds me of that olive oil coffee Starbucks was selling that caused people to shit their pants.
Weird, at my company they changed it to "flesh asset repair and removal."
I was just being cheeky. I'm never going to be in a situation where I need parts for one of these garbage vehicles, and anyone who does has no sympathy from me.
Who would have imagined that a department called "human resources" wouldn't have your best interests in mind?
God: "This little guy is called a 'wolf'. He may look cute, but don't get too close. He's got sharp teeth, he hunts in a pack, and he'll hang out on the edge of your village, steal your food and kill your livestock.
Humans: crying "I can change him!"
On the plus side, they should be quite easy to salvage for parts considering the paneling peels off with very little effort.
God: "Ok, fine I guess. You guys are no fun."
Thank you so much! That puzzle was a lot of fun. I got the gift card no problem, and I used the money towards buying some flashlights for our local Food Not Bombs group!
For a while I was just dumping my discard into a hot oiled pan to make a nice little pancake. Some scallions, sesame seeds and teriyaki sauce for toppings. It's a lot to eat on the regular though.
I was looking for my drill driver the other day and I distinctly remember myself thinking "good luck finding this future me, you asshole." It was in the back of my wife's car for some reason.