I talked to him! He's Spanish and I talked to him! Normally she hated August, that dull end-of-summer month when the heat and humidity turned her beloved New York City into a sweltering abattoir of rancid piles of garbage and demolished dreams. When the light at the end of the tunnel was the reflection off the Freedom Tower frying pedestrians on the sidewalk. When the bartenders at her favorite saloons sweated more than the bottles.
Butterhead lettuce is a variety that has gently rolling, softish leaves, unlike, say, Iceberg or Romaine, which have a more distinct crunch. If one were nursing a simply devastating headache from an evening of likkering it up with friends at the maison, this would be a consideration.
Even in the Gunhumpy48 there are some nicer (as in saner, less humpy) areas. Most are in places where nobody lives (not even preppers or Galt-goers, it seems), but still.
Yes, olive loaf on crustless Wonder Bread indeed, but served without the meat filler or the gluten pad components in a stemmed crystal glass with a cone-shaped bowl.
Peg's talking to her caesar salad again
She came. She saw. She had a salad.
She just says any name that pops into her head.
The only meat she ever fondled was Regan's
She may also be babbling in her spam. I see that one of the replies to you is spammy to the max and I can't even find a flag.
EDIT: Finally found the flag. Jesus, of all the places to stick a get-rich-quick spam, Wonkette! Hey you guys, go where the suckers hang out.
Well there is a spanish word disparate which does apparently translate to nonsense in English but I think her "bull—" is bullshit.
Butterhead lettuce is a variety that has gently rolling, softish leaves, unlike, say, Iceberg or Romaine, which have a more distinct crunch. If one were nursing a simply devastating headache from an evening of likkering it up with friends at the maison, this would be a consideration.
On artisanal white bread. With the crusts cut off.
"Disparate." "Elite." "Notions."
Just the way every New York immigrant sandwich counter guy speaks. No doubt.
I hope somebody actually goes and finds this gentleman (if they can) and speaks with him and gets the facts.
Yeh! Go find a site where lonely people don't post content for free!
Actually, his English sounds pretty fixed to me.
And neither one had a real job.
I think she meant to write, "Mi amigo imaginario...."
And the French-style string beaners from Egypt, Maine Up North.
Even in the Gunhumpy48 there are some nicer (as in saner, less humpy) areas. Most are in places where nobody lives (not even preppers or Galt-goers, it seems), but still.
Yes, olive loaf on crustless Wonder Bread indeed, but served without the meat filler or the gluten pad components in a stemmed crystal glass with a cone-shaped bowl.