She threw it! And it was EPIC!
Throw it! Throw it! Throw it! (The anticipation is killing me.)
That one from the Lion King, the start of Circle of Life.
But I don’t want to be a cowboy. I want to be a rancher that hires cowboys.
Homework had to be done first thing. I started at the kitchen table, but somewhere around 7th grade my parents had to get me my own desk because I was taking too long to finish it.
I see a subtle flaw in that plan, nevermind that the cleaners tends to be cheaper than the stuff at Goodwill.
I’ve always wondered why they don’t screw them down to the rims. I see so many lost hubcaps on the road where I live.
The one thing I can’t stand is a woman who buys me clothes. They are absolutely forbidden as gifts, even if you think it matches my “style”. And yes this is a complex developed from my mother dressing me like a total goober as a child.
We’ve forgotten all the people who were opposed to the war and also those opposed to the measures needed to win it like rationing, grease recycling, and paper/metal drives. Rationing led to black markets, grease recycling was a messy and stinky affair, and often donated paper/metal was diverted for personal profit.
As someone who’s been forced to ride the bus for the last 25 years, I can say that it wouldn’t surprise me in the least to see someone with a dresser get on. I’ve seen everything else: from barnyard animals to homeless people with a dozen bags to burglars carrying wide screen tv’s. I’ve been guilty of this myself carrying a stack of 8 rubbermaid storage totes home from the store, but at least it fit on my lap. My favorite are the people who try to board with a car battery to get to their dead car. You have to box that up so the driver can’t tell that it is hazardous.