Sandra Chase16 said:My roommate was actually listening to Cave Into My Arms and Henry Lee during those moments... even though—well, those were mostly just passionate relationship drama/excuses
I can't deal with much of Kejvo; he's way too obsessed with death
I’m looking for lyrics that talk about past happiness, but you know, with that melancholy vibe🙂 🙂
So, I finally went to see Dr. Miller at the Harni Medical Clinic. She’s honestly such a sweetheart—super bright, young, and just has a great vibe. She didn't mind any of my silly questions at all; she walked me through everything clearly and gave me a full rundown on what to do next. It was awesome.
The whole thing (the exam, Pap smear, and ultrasound) ended up costing me $157. Honestly, it wasn't nearly as scary as I thought it would be.
Keep your heads up, my fellow Americans. You’ve got the Germans in your way, while we’re facing off against Spain—and honestly, we’ll let you slide through just so you can take them down in the finals. 🙂Besides, you guys feel much more like us than those Latin teams over there.
Just watch out for the refs when they're calling it against the Germans, and pray for our win against Spain (that way we can face you guys with a rotated roster).
Man, those mustaches are killer! Especially when they're all clumped together with mushroom residue or looking super greasy from leftover lunch... women just can't resist! Especially when after every kiss, you leave your bride with crusty... lips 🙏
I honestly couldn't get into this movie at all, and the reason is that I spent the entire runtime just waiting for something—anything—to actually happen. It’s just non-stop carnage. Every time I think, "Okay, maybe she's going to show up in a gown at some gala," or "Maybe we're finally moving toward a real plot point," someone else gets slaughtered. It just keeps killing, and killing, until they finally kill her... bad, bad, miserable...🙂
Supposedly the first one is the best, though what am I even talking about? The first one is at least tolerable, unlike those last two, the third one is so incredibly bad that my friends and I ended up running out of the theater after just 15 minutes, crying over the money we wasted—money I could have given to the Jehovah's Witness or the local charity workers who keep ringing my doorbell every single day...