Really, how do you not ride it. Thankfully, the safety was on.
I am the champion of the working man, of the everyday heroes that brave rush hours day after day to scratch out their little corner of the American Dream. And maybe, in the end, that is something worth bragging about. Say 'Amen,' Somebody!
While on a trip to Epcot center, I was ambushed by a troll. Through my razor sharp intellect and lightning fast wardrobe changes, I was able to distract him long enough to land the death blow.
On the day of January 20th, in Washington DC, I applied a combination half-moose and razz taunt directly to a small group of extra hateful people presuming to speak for god on a variety of issue ranging from homosexuality to politics to frogs?
While at the New York Botanical Gardens, I mistook a cactus for a comfortable seat with less than desirable results.
Under the guise of getting my photo taken with the Champ, I worked my way past his security and when he least expected it, WHAM! When I woke up in my coma 2 weeks later, I peed blood and when I finished that, I posted this brag. Totally worth it!
Sugar paste, actually. This flower is entirely edible, except for the stem (hey, something's gotta hold it up).
I like dark toast, but it's near impossible to find that sweet spot between deliciously toasty and horribly burned. Even one spec of burn contaminates the whole slice. Also note: awesome Hello Kitty face. Bonus!
Played best of 3 series. 100 cups on each side. 4 on 4 play. No game is bigger then this.
the video says it all. Even the fine nude in the background isn't enough to throw me off!