
I love the smell of Trichinosis in the bedroom. Seriously, this thing has zero support and doesn't even come in an underwire.
Random stuff+Dumb stuff+Robot stuff
First off: Because it comes in a cup doesn't mean you should (try to) spell it that way
Secondly: I've never once had the singularly distinct urge for hot potatoes. The fact that it's one of the four main menu items baffles me.
Lastly: Rainbow dog-jobs atop a sugar cone with a hairnet on it. Now there's nothing general about that.