If you farted into a jar would:
Anyone hear it?
The smell be trapped forever?
And most importantly:
Your cheeks get sucked in? (You’d like that wouldn’t you?)
If you farted into a jar would:
Anyone hear it?
The smell be trapped forever?
And most importantly:
Your cheeks get sucked in? (You’d like that wouldn’t you?)
I’ve been thinking lately about getting ink done. But before I do, there are a couple of things I need to figure out. The first is where to put said tattoo. That’s a tough question. I wouldn’t want it anywhere trendy like the lower back, nor would I want it somewhere invisible. What’s the point? …
I hate doing housework. But I do like the house when it’s done. I wish it were like major surgery in that respect - you go in, go under, then when you wake up, it’s all over. I’d like to walk up to the kitchen sink, look at the dishes, blink a couple times, then …
A few days ago, my 5-year old nephew punched me as hard as he could right in the twig and giggle-berries. Gentlemen, I don’t need to tell you what that kind of smack feels like. For the ladies with nothing better to do than read my blog (sorry to hear you’re suicidal), let me start …
I have come to the conclusion that the N93, N95 (which, by the way, turned out to not quite meet the announced specs) and the iPhone, are not quite what I am looking for in a handheld. Until this phantom device becomes available, I settled for a Nokia 6265. It’s got some good features, and …