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How are your tits, 'Bisi? Are they calm? I hear calm tits are the first step to getting out of the shaw.

If you're looking for a blanket kill everything, it's hard to beat Round Up. Of course, that's made by Monsanto, and they're so blasted evil that it's hard to even believe, and I hate to support them, but there is no alternative that works as well. If you can, there is a way around it, but...

Sorry if what I said didn't fit in to your rehabilitation.

People sweat differently, it's just a thing. I, for example, sweat a lot. However, I never have sweat odor. I can be dripping, but no arm pit or foot odor. My wife sweats very little. When she does, she smells like ass. She needs to wash her work out clothes a lot often than I do. But...

You got me. Some days I'm a fan of the dick. Others, not so much. What can you do?

That's the missing piece of the puzzle I've been waiting for. The whole world makes sense now!

I periodically shit in Eyashusa's yard.

I just made a salad with rhubarb, tossed with honey and left on a cookie sheet under the broiler for about 4 minutes, Anise, and cabbage. Toasted pine nuts. Balsamic/olive oil dressing. lightly salted, plenty of pepper. I like it. We'll see what the troops say.

Sir Chunk is wise.

So, on the topic of lemonade, friends of mind had a craptonne of shite weather, making about 20 trees fall down within about 100 metres of their house. Their whole neighbourhood was shut down to the point of no one is able to get cars out. Okay, so there were several crews of tree service...

You're not prepared for the glory.

Honestly. Who wouldn't give for that? I'll do web design, having no experience, but a zesty spiritual life. Obv. I'm qualified. Also, I can drink.

I'm surprised no one here used the product I use. Paint-on underwear.

Do it, man. Do it!

Cake farts. It's relevant to this discussion. Google it.

I need to tell a friend something, and he's not on facebook, doesn't do email, and doesn't text. I actually have to call him and talk to him. I may just sacrifice the friendship instead.

I, myself, love a healthy penis. That's normal, right?

Dude, your man boobs are the reason I get up in the morning.

Izo and Big P fighting for our rights to post tranny cocks? You bet that would happen. It doesn't matter what the fight is, they just want a fight. It's quite dull, but I suppose they find it exciting. And chaos plays along.

One rule. Don't use that particular word. Is that a real hardship? I'm seriously curious. This is unrelated entirely to everything else, just wondering why that's just such a hardship?

Big wieners?

Tomatoes from the garden. Cucumbers from the garden. Add some feta cheese, some very nice balsamic and olive oil, salt and pepper, and basil from the garden. Fresh ingredients. Damn, what a difference they make.

Actually, this is probably most accurate.

Perhaps more like this.

Reading this thread is a lot like watching this gif:

Damned good game today. I think the Netherlands has a shot at the big match. I'm hoping.

Build and design it yourself. You'll likely come out ahead in cost, and you'll be much more pleased with how solidly you build it.

If you took the fouls and flops out of this game, then it would be 4 minutes long.

I'm playing a pick up hockey game tomorrow. Patrick Kane is going to be there. I'm just a little excited.

Columbia and offside. Holy crap in a cup.

Sous vide tits. Hannibal Lecter is preordering. Better get some Fava beans and a nice Chianti.