Garages and basements: a strange mix of chemicals, gasoline, plywood, and laundry detergent.
Well your maternal figure's frontal lobe is so minuscule that her cranial volume is less than that of a pipette.
Mine are sometimes first, sometimes third, I've had a few where I was someone other than me, but there was also a "me" person, and some where I'm not even in it, and its just like watching a movie.
Or march in veteran's day parades apparently. -.-
or continue the series...
yeah, go ahead.
Some people will get pissed if you pull out a phone at work or in school, but they're alright with you checking a watch.
I know, right? I have to check the pockets whenever I buy jeans, because if I don't, I have no where to put my phone.
I feel bad for moths, they're like butterflies' ugly little brother.
I get what you're saying, but I think, despite everything wrong with the world, I'd choose to exist.
Who knows, she's probably quite bright when she's sober.
Sometimes I try to get up with a positive attitude and hop out of bed really fast to get the blood flowing. But the last time I attempted that (on Monday) my leg decided not to work and I fell flat on my face. Honestly, I don't think there's anything good about mornings.
M. Night Shymalan sucks. He ruined my favorite cartoon.
Pshh, I wish.
Uck, the whole drumline has been eating them for the last year, and the entire band practice field(aka my schools back parking lot) is covered it the seed shells.