so who knows where the Irish pub is now!
There is an Irish pub in every tiny hilltown in Italy. Trust me on this matter. (I didn't go into any of them, so cannot ascertain whether each one was staffed by a dude named Giorgio painfully attempting to say "Top o' the morning to you!" Although I did once walk into a bar in northern Spain and speak Spanish, only to discover that the bartender couldn't understand me. WTF!) It's pretty funny.
There is an Irish pub in every tiny hilltown in Italy. Trust me on this matter.
Oh, I know! I just didn't know if it was the same Irish pub I used to visit in Florence when I was a footloose girl.
The Fatboy Slim kittens have made my brain explode.
I just realized I'm a Willow/Doogie shipper.
I just realized I'm a Willow/Doogie shipper.
SO WRONG.
The other storyline made me laugh out loud.
Billytea should steal this wedding cake idea.
I so totally should! I've just emailed it to the Wallybee. Further updates as warranted!
From a 2003 police report filed by officer Aaron Bergh in Menomonie, Wisconsin, concerning a legal search of Anthony Scholfield's apartment. Scholfield was a twenty-two-year-old college student at the time of his arrest.
That's....a lot of underwear.
I mean, REALLY. I had to wash a load of laundry tonight, in fact, because I am currently wearing my last clean pair of underwear.
Did I ever tell you guys that when I was a kid, some dude broke into my house several times and stole all of my and my mom's underwear? After the third or so time we bought a Rottweiller.