My brain is like Swiss cheese: it’s all gone cuz I ate it.
Colby was a medium-sized wheel of Longhorn cheese. He spent his weekdays working for Wood-Smoked Carpentry since he was able to act as a wedge.
Fair warning: I don’t get it, either.
Over the past few months people have been clearing a lot of weird stuff out of their sheds and storage. They know that I run
The Legend of Hoop and his wild cars.
Why do brownies have to be so chewy and wonderfully chocolatey. Why must they be chock full of crunchy walnuts? No, I’m not actually talking