Low. Cold Wash. Spin Dry. Start. Whrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! Should be done by lunchtime
It's like a secret present for your sense of smell. But then the other senses get jealous and beat it up in a backalley and when the day comes that you must defuse a bomb you can't because you can't smell the correct type of machinery hoo-hackey and you die and the rest of your senses feel bad about it.
Wow! That makes five of us!
There's a fever waiting in Brazil for you.
Iguanus. Anyhow, kickin' profile picture......you can tell I haven't been here since like, 1962 :rolleyes2
Could be 'that time of month'. Either that or they sat on a really large thorn, that one always gets me pissed
Give me three uses of the forehead and win a prize.
Your profile picture is so true (apart from being in 'Stickland'). I get that all the time and people always say; 'all I can draw is stick people'.
The last time I answered the call, a creepy man quizzed me on the true killer of Friday the 13th and then killed me when I got it wrong while my parents listened on the phone. It was horrible as one can imagine. It also raises many question about me in general.
Could I borrow a toothpick please? There's a very stubbon peace of steak stuck in between my teeth. I'll return it, I promise.
