Descend is pretty much what meteors always do.
I’ve gone dumpster diving for “bad” food behind grocery stores, but I’d never eat a moldy anything.
He’s been shopping at the Kroner Store again.
After tearing my ACL I found that it’s impossible to find parts for a ’56.
I refuse to live in a museum.
Valued as a guide to do the opposite.
You mean moobs?
Man, I hate man buns.
Just remember: Poop flows downhill, payday is on Friday, don’t lick your fingers.
Packed in oil or packed in water?