What’s for dinner, mum?
Poor man’s ceviche
What’s for dinner, mum?
Poor man’s ceviche
I’m 47. This is not an option yet.
I’m waiting for one normal person to tell me they do things correctly. Just one and I’ll be happy.
Taaaaa. Luckily I’ve got my own supply to add to that.
You’re an animal!
I know what the fun meeting should be about 😠 and could I please get a double scotch.
Dunno. We’ll have to wait and see.
I’m looking forward to seeing Seagoon translate today’s word RAWDOGING into emojis in tomorrow’s thread.
Sometimes when I hoover a pill down my throat I wonder if I accidentally swallowed a bit of foil with it.
I’m not impressed with your heavy breathing, mother nature.
Have you made a complaint to the council? You need to get rid of that bench anyway you can.
Noice accessories
Same. Feet, eyes and hand coordination needed.
They are!