Divorce fetish would be a new one... Somehow weirder than even the bodily fluid stuff in my mind in a way I can't quite describe.
We're all stoners this year, whole crew's stepping out before dinner.
Edit: now that I think about it, hell, I'm the guy cooking and probably on smoke break #5 or so. Basically whenever me or the dog want to go out then away we go.
I feel like that's probably highly dependent on your client or the web interface you or your instance are using.
First time being the guy cooking, Pepsi and black velvet cause I'm not in the classy mood.
The zoo where I grew up has roaming peacocks since they escaped decades ago and have since just been kinda chilling around the zoo and surrounding neighborhood since.
Edit: should add that the lore of their escape is the original enclosure was built on the assumption that they didn't fly, might not be true but makes for a story at least.
I always heard listening to that on Thanksgiving was a Colorado thing. Thanks for reminding me by the way, as I'm doing the cooking this year and am going to need stuff to fill the headphones.
I always wondered what part of the bread making process you'd use ground bones for.
Seeing the headline first my thought was "what an odd thing to not have work" but that makes more sense. Doesn't seem like that'd take much of a jump, fortunately.
Wouldn't surprise me if that was true or just a story that got spread around until it just became accepted.
Yet another Simba post
The apartment complex finally got around to assembling the picnic tables they've had in storage for years. We moved one to what we lovingly now refer to as the back porch and furball loves it.