A guy walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder.
The bartender says "Get that disgusting dirty bird out of my fucking bar."
The guy goes "Hey what's the big deal that is just my parrot?"
The bartender goes "I was talking to the parrot."
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This what happens when the only betamax tape you have is "Baretta."
So you were the guy who went the betamax route.
So you were the guy who went the betamax route.
Oh no, say it isn't so. If he's anywhere behind, betwixt or between beta AND zemo, it's cheerless curtains and plushless pom pom city for the private drop off the face of the earth blog.
That much energy needs to be harnessed or composted or knitted into something wearable and taken for a run outside the electronic fence.
What happened to Norton? Did he jump the tea cup?
He isn't born yet. The yorkie looks preggers but we have to wait a while to see what happens.
I recognize that photo! Or, maybe it's the bird.
I've been watching "Columbo" on netflix. Maybe it's just the squint, but that pic reminds me of him.
Similar commenting style?
Sherlock Holmesian powers of deduction, disarmingly polite... Columbo took on some of the most cunning... most of whom made one fatal, irrevocable mistake: underestimating
Ok, maybe that's one rumple or two over the top, but the word shrewd from the wiki adds another puff of smoke to the picture
This is one of those things where time stood still for me, and a locked image stayed in my mind. I didn't know how old he was or that he'd died.
His early career choices involved becoming a certified public accountant, and he worked as an efficiency expert for the Budget Bureau of the state of Connecticut before becoming an actor.
"Uhh, Professor Althouse. Just one more question...."
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