When I was in high school, all the girls were bisexual. If I mentioned sex, they said “Bye.”
And have more legroom.
It’s a subliminal advertisement for a proofreader.
Remarrying your ex is like taking milk from the refrigerator, smelling it, saying “That’s terrible!”, then putting it back and saying “Well, maybe it will be better tomorrow.”
They smell like the basement of an outhouse.
So you’re not a fat head any more?
You mean like George Wallace, Bull Connor, Lester Maddox, and other famous racist Democrats?
And without causing thousands of dollars in damage on every case.
I put mine in Amazon boxes and leave them on the front porch. Same for kitty litter.
Beat me by 5 minutes.