....literally....TWSS!.....I'll drive, you dive.
This message board permanently closed on June 30th, 2020 at 4PM EDT and is no longer accepting new members.
....literally....TWSS!.....I'll drive, you dive.
Cool. I may be taller? Not sure about that. But, I can swing into a dumpster with my long legs, just like a spidaaaah.I'll drive, you dive.
....literally....TWSS!.....
who was the girl who took all their sh*t? She came and got all their stuff!Okay, I'm going to post the video. It's got some language in it, but it just makes me laugh. So, if you think dumpster diving at Ulta would be all fancy, these two girls keep it real, and they are adorable (IMO):
....literally....TWSS!.....
I don't know! But watching them dig through that dumpster, I will pay for whatever I want. It would be different if a nice, clean, dry box of just-expired Philosophy stuff was sitting right on top, but I couldn't crawl into a dumpster.who was
who was the girl who took all their sh*t? She came and got all their stuff!
Don't worry, I will. As long as it is sealed properly, we are hepatitis C free! And no used lipsticks. We don't need no godzilla strain of the herp.I don't know! But watching them dig through that dumpster, I will pay for whatever I want. It would be different if a nice, clean, dry box of just-expired Philosophy stuff was sitting right on top, but I couldn't crawl into a dumpster.
"Shandell"???who was
who was the girl who took all their sh*t? She came and got all their stuff!
I'm happy that you are happy!Watching Jaws in HD made me very happy.
I've been looking at pictures of me as a little boy of five when I used to visit 'Uncle Steve', he was a tall man, with glasses. I used to say, 'Uncle Steve, can you read a book to me, please?' I used to sit on his lap and he used to read but I did a bad thing and peed in my pants and he got angry and hit me on the head with the book. My mother came over and kneed him in the groin. That was back in 1969.
Congrats to Evan. You're a special mom, Cat!!Evan just sent me a text that he finished the box he has been working on in his wood class at school and got a 95% on it. I texted back Good job!
He then sent back just a simple Thanks Mom. Those 2 words made me all gooey feeling.
I won't even holler about him texting in school.
We don't need no godzilla strain of the herp.