42??? I think I may need an explanation to follow the logic that lead there.
In Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, 42 is the answer to everything.
In Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, 42 is the answer to life, the universe, and everything.
In Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, 42 is the answer to everything.
ftfy.
I'd say you've had enough hard cider for the week.
So, I don't remember how much I posted here about the goings on at work. But, I have been gathering my alliance, learning who I can trust and who not to. It has oaid off in some ways already. For example, one of my new allies makes his one hard cider. He gave me a bottle of it last week. It is rather large bottle but has a beer bottle cap. So no resealing it. I opened it tonight. Didn't really care for the flavour a lot but mixed it with some Woodchuck hard cider. Bloody he**! That stuff snuck up and kicked my arse when I wasn't looking! My room-mate could instantly tell and asked me if I was drun based on our texts.
Keep doing that and you will wind up like this!
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Nah! I would never wear a suit with pockets like that.
...or pants that even have a place to put back pockets!
I'll solve it for all. I'm the youngest !!!!
Really? I'm not sure I believe you.
Then you might want to get rid of the big spinning red S.
WWCKD (What would Clark Kent do?)
You could try a pair of Buddy Holly glasses and a fedora.
See above.
I'd say you've had enough hard cider for the week.
CK would simply put on a pair of thick framed glasses.
Shoot! You beat me to it. Looks like I slept in too late.
I may actually be a step ahead of my wife for once. I remembered I had one of my photos matted and framed and hanging in a gallery. It has been there for a long time and hasn't sold. Doesn't surprise me in a small town like Huntington Indiana. But, I just called and my wife hasn't gotten it. So, I am going to go drive down there and get it myself.
Well my wife tells me I'm in my second childhood.... so.....
Well my wife tells me I'm in my second childhood.... so.....
With Blake it always comes back to pants, or it comes to the back with no pants!
Well my wife tells me I'm in my second childhood.... so.....
What's it a pic of?
What's it a pic of?
I can't seem to escape it.