10 minutes after winning the lottery, I will be a distant memory living in my bunker like Burt Gummer.
Once upon a time in the early days of the internet long before there was a google, there was a web page that had a urinal test (similar to this but not). The object was to look at scenarios similar to those above and select the "correct" response. My brother in law and I walked his mother through the test, and we scored 100%. Go figure.
I've never owned a Yeti and probably never will...because money.
Nuggets...it's what's for dinner.
Someone awarded this to me recently. It gave me a giggle. Wish I could recall what I said to deserve it.
It smells like my brain is on fire. That's what it smells like.
Ain't that the truth. I've got about $750 to $900 worth of Franken AR sitting in the gun closet, and a wish list of accessories and upgrades worth at least that much.
You laugh now, but big brother is watching.
Maybe...MAYBE when I was younger. No, not really. But, it does kind of explain some of the restrooms I've seen.
Admit it, you read that in Batman's voice.
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