Or did he steal the picture from a ranch and claim it as his own. I don't believe this was a coincidence. A random bull in the same position looking at the camera 5 years apart without intention.
First of all, I’m a she, not a he. And no I didn’t steal them, I was looking through my Facebook albums from my trips and found the first from a 2010 trip and the second from a 2015 trip. So yeah.
First of all, thats impossible to know on the internet so my apologies, don't be offended. Second of all, I don't believe you.
That’s okay if you don’t believe me. You should believe that overly skeptical people have a higher chance of getting Alzheimer’s. So luckily for you, you won’t remember this fabricated post anyway.
I gave up on pretty little liars about 5 seasons in because it strayed really far away from the books and got down right idiotic. I found out the finale was the dumbest episode ever including a really shitty British accent and a plot that made no sense. Glad I gave up on it.
The end was just embarrassing.
Hey. My name is Kevin. We haven’t met before but I live around the corner from your sister. I’ve seen you and your dog around village, and I believe your cat sits in the window facing your garden often. I’ve only seen and you only mention your two animals. But what about the one I’ve seen in your yard? I know this might sound odd, being we haven’t met. I was taking a walk one night and I swore I saw another large animal slowly walking near the trees in your front yard. It was dark, I only saw an outline of its body and the glow of its eyes. I heard a deep growl as I passed, i looked over my shoulder and it was gone. One other thing, what does that symbol I’ve seen on your front door mean that I’ve seen from time to time?
I showed my niece a picture of a sphynx, she had never seen or heard of hairless cats before, and thought I was sharing a photo of a mutilated skinned cat. She cried before I realized this and I started explaining. I felt awful.
I found myself ALWAYS complaining that my luxury bath tub is not deep enough. I want the multiple gallons of hot water I get on command when ever I want that I just sit in to relax after a stressful day with bath salts and candles to at least reach my nipples while sitting flat.
Even if you aren’t ready, take one or two classes you need that won’t overwhelm you.
I couldn’t handle the stress of going full time so I assumed college wasn’t for me. I started taking one or two classes at a time later on and eventually got into the swing of it. I had to do it at my own pace. Even though it took me a lot longer, at least I did it.
Her daughters jeans had a hole in them. BUT the daughter AND the JEANS this woman was trying to return were both in Europe studying abroad. She showed me a picture of her daughter wearing the damaged jeans frowning and expected me to give her a refund. Are you FUCKING kidding me?
The sound we hear is actually vibrating air that pushes against our eardrums, making them vibrate as well. But lots of things can vibrate (not just air), and when those things are in contact with air, they cause the air to vibrate as well. This is how materials can transmit or produce sound. For example, the sound of a violin is produced by the vibrations of its
snares strings against the air. And the snares strings will also cause vibrations in the wood of the violin, which has a larger contact surface with the air, and thus amplifies the sound.
Sound 'escapes' the body because it makes the tissues in the body vibrate, and then those vibrations reach the air. It's the same reason why inside a sealed (airtight) room you can still hear sounds produced outside: the sound is transmitted through the walls and (especially) the windows.
How can a comment so long not actually answer the question being asked?
Fuck that cooking at home is cheaper better and you dont have to tip or deal with people. Also how would that work on a first date? Idk bout u but im not lettin a girl know where i live till im certain shes not completely insane.
I hope you get a girlfriend one day. I’m rooting for you.
When I was 7, my moms friends’ mentally challenged daughter locked me in a cellar with no light. My mom thought I was playing and didn’t come look for me for what seemed like hours. I think I was only in there a half an hour when she found me screaming and crying as the lady’s daughter was hiding in the bathroom laughing hysterically. I wish I could say I have a fear of cellars to not seem like such an asshole but.....