We *could* eat you anyway...
... this is not a conversation I feel safe in continuing.
We *could* eat you anyway...
Oh--I'm gonna sing--the theme song *has* to find its way out.Hmm... Nope - I don't even feel guilty about liking Out Of This World.
Ted! I missed you. Come back soon.double-dip: I have some new puppies in my basement and a whole bunch of new candy in my van. Does anybody know where I can pick up an ice cream truck cheap?
Then why would you open FB at work to begin with?Things do get monitored, you know...
Which parts regenerated?He regenerated. Its like fresh meat we've... er... like de ja vous BBQ.
Or if you're tapping into their network for a connection, right?On a break, Soapie. On a break. Even if I don't use the company computer, but use one of my tablets, you never know who's listening in or looking over your shoulder.
Which parts regenerated?
It matters.
Look, I'm just saying, some parts are more meaty than others. If it was, like, your foot, that's mostly bones, isn't it? I don't want to put forth that effort.
HA!I have been feeling quite unmolested lately.
Feet are never worth the effort, from a culinary standpoint.
I grew up on pickled pigs feet. Don't knock it till you try it.
Y'all are weird. You'll strip a charred noob to the bone within minutes, but turn up your nose at a piggie trotter? Weird, I tell ya.
What was wrong with your feet that you couldn't grow up on yours?