Balzac empty, news at 11.
My testicles have retracted clear up into my abdomen, seeking elusive warmth. My balzac resembles nothing so much as a dried apricot.
Well, a dried apricot the size of a soccerball.
Still.
My testicles have retracted clear up into my abdomen, seeking elusive warmth. My balzac resembles nothing so much as a dried apricot.
Well, a dried apricot the size of a soccerball.
Still.
It’s all the way to ten! Double Digits! Man, I’m gonna strip down to my swim trunks and take a dip in the cement pond!!
THREE.
In parts of Florida, it is SNOWING.
SNOWING in FLORIDA.
My heating bill rapidly approaches my mortgage payment.
WHERE’S MY GLOBAL WARMING, MR GORE?