Oh, obscene cold! That might have been some of the delight. They were pretty nippy.
Damned few people have left for Boss's Boss's Boss's house so far, and the invite said 4. Which'll make it even less issue to just not show, I'm thinking.
Burrell, I think they're assessing his toes for nibbling.
Burrell, I think they're assessing his toes for nibbling.
They happen to be delicious.
They happen to be delicious.
I totally knew that.
I gave in. The other guy's numbers are so incomprehensible to me, I had to ask. 7 * 150GB * 110% keeps failing to be 1.5GB. And even if it was ... the numbers are still of the wonk.
DavidS beat me to the cane sugar explanation. I've discovered that Odwalla makes an awesomely grand lemonade, which is sweetened -- not too much -- with "pressed cane juice", for those whose lips must never touch the Deadly White Powder. I don't care, it's just the right amount of sweetness that more complements than offsets the lemon sourousity.
psst - Cashmere is a skipper, pass it on.
Has there been a claim that the kid is Cruise's?
Has there been a claim that the kid is Cruise's?
Maybe it was fathered by the same guy that cuckolded Cagle.
psst - Cashmere is a skipper, pass it on.
Call me Skippy Skipperson.
Has there been a claim that the kid is Cruise's?
That's what they're saying.
And in 9 months TomKat will have a bouncing baby clam!
A BEARDED clam.
I think the whole point is that this should be Cruise's Real Kid, not another storebought adoptee model. He's most likely the biological father, though I have a healthy amount of skepticism about the delivery method.