All great love* stories** start with 2 people meeting.
If I can’t msg you after years of no contact asking if you want some human teeth just block me now.
With every wisdom tooth lost, your mouth gets a little stupider.
Toaster: Things are getting hot…. real hot, I’m getting close.
Toaster: Ahhhhhh!!!! I popped…
Me: I don’t think I really want that waffle anymore.
One of my dogs was puking, i got up to deal with it and the other dog stole part of my dinner. This was not random. This was a planned event.
Did the dinosaurs on the Flintstones know that they could eat the people instead of working for them?