^^^ I'm not even gonna ask...
My two older sisters, who were normally the picture of femininity, used to argue about who got the squirrel brains at our house...
I'd bet some of 'em are doing things under those blankets that don't involve watching the movie.Oh yeah, and the fad ( it might be just a local thing) where movie patrons bring in blankets to keep warm during the showing. If they could keep them in their lane and not infringe upon me, I would be less annoyed.
That “like” doesn’t mean I like the idea that freaky things are going on under the blanket, I don’t.I'd bet some of 'em are doing things under those blankets that don't involve watching the movie.
I've never seen the blanket bit in our place, although I did once find a leopard-skin thong under a balcony seat during the run of the Al Gore movie, but I digress. The fad here is to bring pillows to sit on so you can see over the head of the person in front of you. We have six or seven of these "butt pillows" in the lost and found box.
And speaking of work, some blowhead just drove his van into the front of the theatre.
The fried brain sandwich was long a popular street food in St. Louis. No wonder LaRussa was so smart.
You would think that with brains going so cheap that more people would have them.
Who would wear pink and leopard-skin together anyway?
Caught a 4th Cir/US Ap opinion notice in American Legion vs American Humanist Association,
a tempest inside a teapot regarding a World War I memorial Latin Cross feature,
relisted at SCOTUS; continued across the docket and an interesting case study.
“But Noodynaady's actual ingrate tootle is of come into the garner mauve and thy nice are stores of morning and buy me a bunch of iodines. ”Is there a translator in the house ?