If you're going to use one of those overly-posed, duck-faced pouting shots that are the norm for social networking sites, at least make sure your wobbly gut isn't on show to make me want to slice my eyeballs in two.
If you ever need any help, don't be afraid to ask the internet. Sure you might not get exactly what you asked for but you'll sure as hell get a few unicorns and some narwhals, which are pretty much the solution to most things anyway.
It's that wonderful, peaceful calm before the oncoming storm of an almighty hangover. You've had another heavy night on the booze, and you're past that point where you could fall fast asleep on a bed of rusty nails. Or anywhere.
Another example of how cats are evolving to one day (soon) take over control of the planet and make us their slaves. The only weapon we have against this apocolypse is a laser pointer, gets them every time.
Seeing the Mac makes me *think* he's a designer. Seeing him try to use a wheeled chair in sand lets me *know* he's a designer. What makes me *positive* he's a designer? The short sighted plan to put sand on your feet in a house with hard wood floors. H
You finally find the perfect girl and you feel as if your future is set for life, you gaze at her across the room and wouldn't change a thing about her......*wait! It's then you notice she has extremely hairy arms and your dream is shattered.
Now this is guaranteed to add some life(?) to even the dullest of bowling league matches, just imagine your opponents face when you reach down and stick your fingers in a severed head and attempt to make a strike!?
Kids are so trusting they will believe anything you tell them. Even if you tell them that they turn black on their fourth birthday. It seems the biggest issue is not being able to ride her bicycle. WTF!?!