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The song she wrote about loving someone forever is about the guy she’s been dating for 3 years?! GET OUT OF TOWN. Also if you really wanna go down a rabbit hole (which I always do), look up the lyrics on Lyrics Genius and see that Taylor is such a boss that pretty much every ...
1/10 It just does not work, fails to captivate intended audience 'Honey, I Blew Up The Kid' is the sequel to 'Honey, I Shrunk the Kids'. This time, the professor builds a machine that makes objects larger, and you can see the direction that this film is going in. ...
I showered my hair only once every three days, and wore long pants whenever I left the house. It was liberating to go back to normal life, but my bowel movements were no longer smooth like they were during confinement. I guess there are really some merits to the confinement rules and ...
I'm your son. You taught me how sacred duty is. I know you didn't sleep for days to get a suit ready for the neighborhood during the holiday. I saw, I was there. I learned everything from you, Dad. I worked, I put my heart and soul into everything. I tried to fit every...
EVERY THREE DAYS Plant care My plant baby collection has grown and I’ve been enjoying caring for these cuddlebugs that don’t poop and pee all over my house, nor wake me for a 6AM feeding, nor claw/bite apart my furniture. I find it both relaxing and invigorating to spend time with...
First published on TechNet on Sep 14, 2012 Hi all, Ned here again with that thing we call love.
whenever my husband tries to blame me for the stink, my answer is always the same, “You know it wasn’t me – I CAN’T toot, I might poop my pants!” It’s easy to laugh it off now, this condition can be so humiliating that pooping my pants once in a while is the least of...
Every once in a while, patient hubby would take me out to try and teach me how to not shoot an intruder in the foot, thereby simply angering him/her and probably causing me to lose the battle, and each time I shot the ground. It didn’t seem to matter what size caliber the gun ...