I put a pack of ribeyes out last night. Well in the fridge. And they have value packs of filets this week. But I can't really enjoy them because I'm combating tucker's use of frozen pizzas in his attempt of the dark side gaining the upper hand of the force. Scroll back a few pages, Otter is already being swayed. Look at what he's eating.
Be like the dimwitted neighbor whom tried cooking on his hot manifold. He forgot that meat will have drippings and set his truck on fire.
I’ll raise the OM glare with the wifey glare. Shivers of fear. She was trying on new glasses. I asked what look she was going for ... #####y #### asking for the manager? I laughed and was in trouble for like two days. She bought them to spite me. Of course I’m scared, but I’m a special kind of stupid.
New glasses are more of a challenge than you realize. You can't see. Not this last week, but the time before that I wanted these ones that are basically frameless with black ear pieces. The one lady in the office is like "NOOOOOOOOOOO. Those are all wrong for you!!!! You need the lighter ear pieces to go with your hair ( light brown ) Those are much too hard and harsh." Well. I'm a dude. I like the black ones. " NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Trust me. These are so much better. So much warmer." But. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." I'm the customer. They're mine right?