It is fast approaching the point where I don't want tAdenauer to want the job.
I originate from a family where sauce is viewed as a refreshment.
On vacations: We hit the sunny beaches where we occupy ourselves keeping the sun off our skin, the saltwater off our bodies, and the sand out of our belongings.
I convinced him his luggage had gone to that big Bermuda Triangle in the sky.
What's with you men? Would hair stop growing on your chest if you asked directions somewhere?
Early in my life I had made a pact with myself. I would never eat anything that moved when I cooked it, excited the dog, or inflated upon impact with my teeth.