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We’re cashing in our RRSP.
I’d be trippy if they had a song called “The Band”.
Much like whisky is essential in memory obliteration.
Sadly, the women in our lives won’t let us use flamethrowers.
They’re making my money diminish; / I’m sick of the taste of champagne. / Thank God! when I’m skinned to a finish / I’ll pike to the Yukon again.
It’s been such a century.
That’s Filipino style.
So does napping. Source: us.
We’d walk it off, but we’re busy playing Sarah Mclachlan on repeat.
And other leather products, but the weekend bag is our pick.
Not in any way safe for work.