Well, yes. I can see how this makes sense. But I think a Phillip’s screwdriver could easily slip into the center hole in the plug. I would perhaps just change the position of the screw to not directly hit six potential electric shocks. #themoreyouknow
That comes as a complete surprise, being that those Amish are always on the internet and running up the electricity bill and all. Oh wait...that doesn’t happen. They only type of “bullying” that occurs in an Amish community probably has to do with an actual bull.
I personally think that Meatloaf would smell better than Kevin Bacon. People with a sweet tooth may think that John Candy smelled the best. Vegans, on the other hand, probably think Halle Berry smells divine.
Whatever company is behind this filthy pastry really dropped the ball when it came down to the presentation. Chocolate frosting inside something that resembles a shapely pink bottom is a recipe for anal eruption.
Sure “legs are required for jumping and dancing,” but what’s between them leads to much more invigorating physical activity. If I were Ariel, I’d be much more interested in my new found lady parts than in my legs.
This is pretty brutal, but shouldn't it be the other way around? Maybe the South Koreans should be encouraging heavier people to take the stairs. Plus, there is that bar in the middle of the escalator, meaning that you have got to be narrow enough to get through.
There are certain things in this life that can go without mentioning. This is certainly one of those things. This seems like some 20-something mom sewed this into the back of their shirt as a reminder.
I have not once, in my entire life, made an evenly cooked Hot Pocket. The outside edges are like the arctic tundra. The top inside layer is like the melted mush on the ground five days after a snow storm, and the inside is the very pit of burning hell.