It’s about time!
It’s about time!
Goodbye, Cybertruck.
The Chattington-Hepsworth’s budget is only £856,200 and the Argentinian quadruple-glazed one of a kind photon-friendly volcanically baked silica panes are being held at Greenlandic customs for two days longer than expected, pushing the bilingual homeschooling couple perilously close to £857,000 in expenditure and risking an extension of Charles’ five year sabbatical and a postponement of Harriet’s gallery grand opening.
It’s exciting to see history repeating itself and no one doing anything to stop it. /s
Finally a reason to like Covid.
Beaver-bombs are the absolute opposite of WWII Dambusters.
Meanwhile, he’s likely an awful parent to his own kids.
More of this, please!
Maybe he’s trying to get as many rounds of golf in as possible before his term prison time starts.
His character and conduct should come as no surprise. Clacton knowingly voted for this.
Net-chicks and fil-A
At 1,000,001 miles, so the guarantee stands.
This sounds bad, but in Britain it is an honor unparalleled to be bestowed upon oneself the sum of multiple sausage rolls. 40 is approx $3.6 million.
The sooner we destroy all private jets the better.
Shut up, Greg.
$6k isn’t going to be very profitable, but this tax credit would help parents raise their kids free of financial hardship. It’s $500 per month, and food, diapers, clothing, equipment, and unpaid leave aren’t cheap!
Crooked Don.
You tempt fate when naming a vessel after an analytical framework of probability.
We eat soft, processed foods now. We used to graze and chew constantly, which helps the jaw grow properly.