I never said I didn't get it outside of the united states. I simply said that I've had some fantastic cheeses within this country that weren't served in high end restaurants or stores.
Yeah. I know. : /
Only I never do that because once my hand gets sore, I'm just like, "Aw fuck it, this paper's too damn long anyway."
Actually, at my school, I had a table of unfriendly black hotties.
I'm in a similar position, only my parents instead wouldn't pay for college. Anyway, I have found that my "dead end job" does require me to know quite a bit of math. Besides, I plan to go into something related to languages... Anyway, you'd be surprised how math can help the ones who haven't gone to college.
Oh. Right. Well, okay then. Good work.
Don't forget the skeletons.
And then you go into the door that takes you to the mountain and you have to live with the abominable snowman and his "yellow" snowcones.
or a bro.
I had a cat named Marie.
She was still pissed all the time.
When I first read this, I was like, "Wait. Why in the HELL would he add fingers to the ingredients?!"
It's kind of like that apo'straphe "'s" thing.
There, just made you mad.
"Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?"
"I do bite my thumb at you."
I'm pretty sure Hitler's dream was NOT to go to Narnia.
But that's just a guess.