Whenever I put my Lululemon "Who Is John Galt?" shopping bags on the belt at the local quickie mart, all I ever get from the cashiers are puzzled looks.
I have fond memories of "Fuck A Duck." As a small child I stood on the platform of our family treehouse and loudly repeated that phrase. It just rolls off the tounge. I'd heard one of my older sister's friends say it and thought it had a ring to it.
Humiliated, she could just stand on the ground and ask me to shut up.
Don't remind me.
Whenever I put my Lululemon "Who Is John Galt?" shopping bags on the belt at the local quickie mart, all I ever get from the cashiers are puzzled looks.
He's gonna love and tolerate the shit out of you.
Nain Rouge strikes again!
Keep fucking that Doug.
Oh, and congrats to all. When do I get my Participation Ribbon?
Or at least some hope of audacity.
I have fond memories of "Fuck A Duck." As a small child I stood on the platform of our family treehouse and loudly repeated that phrase. It just rolls off the tounge. I'd heard one of my older sister's friends say it and thought it had a ring to it.
Humiliated, she could just stand on the ground and ask me to shut up.
It didn't work.
It would take three fellows to block the portrait of William Howard Taft.
....proof that global warming and evolution is a BENGHAZI laced IRS scandal started by Bill Nye the Jihadist Guy!!!! #DontDistractMeFromMyOwnLies