Ours is expensive and kinda a shitrag, tbh. I pick up the wk-end edition every 2-4 weeks on general principles, just so I don't miss anything truly horrifying. (Narrator: SHE STILL MSSES ALL KINDSA HORRIFYING JFC! )
My GG survived a stroke and has arthritis - she splits her time between sleeping on my chest and in her pad under the bookshelves. She survived the stroke but has very little balance left and falls over a lot; as long as she can purr, she is good.
That song makes me lose it. My grandfather fought in that war. His injuries killed him in his early thirties (?). I have a picture of him making poppies on the porch of the same VA that told me, "Women aren't in combat," after Iraq. In between he and I was Dad, who learned to not trust the VA. He fought on the South Pacific, drank too much, stopped, then used to get up in the night and drive for hours.
My grandpa's grave has no birth date. We don't know where or when or to whom he was born. Dad never met him.
Day it with me: NRA =KGB.Just google Maria Butina.
D'AAWW! *smoochies* Y'all are OBVS having way too much fun! (Who flew da jet? Enquiring minds...;) heh)
Ours is expensive and kinda a shitrag, tbh. I pick up the wk-end edition every 2-4 weeks on general principles, just so I don't miss anything truly horrifying. (Narrator: SHE STILL MSSES ALL KINDSA HORRIFYING JFC! )
Just donated!
OK, Becca. Sent you more money because you are excellent.
Your vid is proof that what most adults want to be when they grow up is...a kid.
Munnies on the way.
Today is my birthday so I am celebrating by giving you American dollars!
My GG survived a stroke and has arthritis - she splits her time between sleeping on my chest and in her pad under the bookshelves. She survived the stroke but has very little balance left and falls over a lot; as long as she can purr, she is good.
I am beginning to think that I might one day meet that Death thing - nah, i am immortal (until proven otherwise)
Don't forget the chocolate Biaffran baby with the bite taken out
That song makes me lose it. My grandfather fought in that war. His injuries killed him in his early thirties (?). I have a picture of him making poppies on the porch of the same VA that told me, "Women aren't in combat," after Iraq. In between he and I was Dad, who learned to not trust the VA. He fought on the South Pacific, drank too much, stopped, then used to get up in the night and drive for hours.
My grandpa's grave has no birth date. We don't know where or when or to whom he was born. Dad never met him.
Ditto here. Nothing gold can stay.
It's why Jesus invented paper checks.
Not enough upvotes for local papers ever.
or a cat. https://uploads.disquscdn.c...