And boasting, and grand-standing, and fear-mongering, and rabble-rousing.
None of that is really new, but at least there USED TO BE some subtlety and eloquence to it.
“Whatever. So, is your sister home or not?”
Blue, actually. He’s Mike Krzyzewski.
Gnome mower, that is.
Google and Facebook are interested in every aspect of your life.
Yeah, that’s it. It certainly could not be that she was worth holding on for.
Impale his fat, green butt on the end of a pike, and use his body to rake down leaves.
It seems they are going wherever they like, with no regard for sanitation.
You think all the mice are named Jonas? That’s his third cousin once removed, Irwin.
Latitude is not the whole story, but it was enough to lend credibility to what I was saying to Europeans who had a better feel for Egyptian weather than for Florida weather.