Where are my shoes? Yes, where are my shoes? Have you seen my shoes? F*ck it, i’m going out without shoes. I’m going out shoeless.
You wanna square off in some Greco-Roman wrestling with this American Gladiator?….Ya, that’s what I thought punk!
Even bottom biscuits cooked to perfection are inappropriate….I think. Actually I’m not sure about that at all. I’m starting to think that’s absolutely fine. But I should stick to my guns and say no, right? Maybe? I don’t know. But consider the children right? Well, kids forget stuff, so yes? My mind is at war and I’m scared.
I’ve heard of people cooking food on their car engine, but grilling pork in the parking lot? Seems gross.