

They have enough thought process to play. Watch them fly. They play in the thermals. Do all manner of aerobatics. They know how to steal from humans. That’s not “dumb”.


They have enough thought process to play. Watch them fly. They play in the thermals. Do all manner of aerobatics. They know how to steal from humans. That’s not “dumb”.


Nooks and crannie help English muffins deliver butter to my mouth.
The last orange fucker in the Whitehouse did enough damage.
Sounds like your orange was hogging the braincell.
Has cassette size/shape hole. Def a cassette player.
All it takes now is a manual transmission
Now who’s the Internet tough guy?


I rarely smile at all, but I sure will lean when the opportunity presents itself.
Breweries just don’t want to invest the time and effort it takes to brew good porters, baltics, stouts and barkeywines anymore. Where are the dubbels and triples and red ales? Scotch ale, ever heard of it? What happened to the variety? Laziness and cost cutting. Nothing but bitter piss as far as the eye can see. I quit drinking over a year ago, but sometimes I think I’d like a beer, till I look at the wall of IPAs that passes for a beer isle. Then the urge is gone.
Only one has ever really gotten their attention. They can always make more money.
They’re laughing all the way to the bank. The have not one care for what you or I think of them
He didn’t write several of his songs. That’s really common. Many writers are not performers.
Brent Cobb has some good songs. Lost Dog Street Band is pretty good too.
You’re no fun at parties and nobody really likes you.


They’re the same picture


Yeah, them.


Apple would be offering a fine assortment of products at 1/4 to 1/2 their prices. Apple hate is based on that and the elitist attitude that many Apple users seem to have.
I’ve been recently seeing hate for my instance but never any explanation of why. I picked it because it was easy to remember and had a nice description, but when I get on here I just cruise All.
I see hate for lemmygrad and hexbear too, but the why was given. There’s no mystery.
No kidding. My yard has had more chickens than I can count over the years. Every one an individual.