

I don’t do drugs. I am drugs. --Salvador Dalí
It’s not exactly relevant to the original question, but is to your response … My mom always told me “don’t do drugs, but if you do, do them with me so I can make sure you’re doing them right.”
Was that her policy on sex too?
Edit: a lot of people without a sense of humor in this thread.
Very small rocks?
The cremains came in a bag inside of a box made of corrugated plastic. His mother and I split the cremains in the parking lot of a seedy motel. My half went into a big gulp or similar cup until I got them into his water bottle (it is a nice metal one, not like a plastic disposable bottle).
Step one: pour beer down the drain
Step two: enjoy some apple juice
Step three: have a huge glass of water
My son is in his water bottle. Never bought an urn from the crematorium.
Xenial
I have a kid that was born in 99, every year i am reminded how’s long ago it was.
The chonky kitty was existing on a diet of cookies and soup when his pudgy plight was discovered, Newsflash reported.
It’s believed that hospital staff enjoyed feeding him to the point where things went more than a little overboard.
“Kroshik’s story is an extremely rare case when someone loved a cat so much that they fed him to such a state,” a spokesperson for the Matroskin Shelter in Prem explained.
In the states Buttermilk is usually substituted with milk with added acid, typically lemon juice.
Mr fancy pants over here with his two buttons
Was there a question?