AC/DC drinks whatever they want. Maybe a Fosters?
Everything but the chefs hat, for me.
Adulting is a pain.
How can we monetarize this?
Well, they are wrong then, aren’t they.
I went to a bar to get my father a few times. He was sitting in with the Jazz combo on Saxophone. He rarely if ever drank.
AS did I.
I just say Madam President.
When I lived in Minnesota, the zucchini fairy visited my house every summer. Some times more than once.
Mike, Mike, Mike
AC/DC drinks whatever they want. Maybe a Fosters?