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Category Archives: Food
They would cry foul in the last leg of this roast if it weren’t for Tom, the host, who would waddle off of the stage every time a bad joke was told. Stuffing the program with all of these guest … Continue reading
Don’t be a flake, you have to milk every opportunity for what it is worth. I don’t care if you have to make checks or crunch numbers, you’ll find plenty of tricks to get by–well, according to my mom and … Continue reading
“My pop, he was bred to take on whole challenges,” said the farm boy. “Even if he had a pimple or a boil, he would rise to the occaision to make some dough.”
“You’d better change your locks: the fact that you haven’t caught this whale will sour your reputation,” said the harbourmaster, “and you will see your popularity dip because of this.” “I’m not here to win popularity contests,” said the Captain, … Continue reading
Getting to the top is something you were bred to do, so grab a flower if you’re a farmer, a batter if you’re a baseball coach, and plenty of that paper: essentially, don’t let anything foil your plans.
Orange you glad it’s Halloween today? No? Doesn’t mean jack to you? Didn’t you carve out some time in your schedule to patch up hollow relations with your neighbors? Sure, it should be easy as pie. Happy Halloween, everyone!
You were bred for success, so press on and keep your eyes peeled. Don’t mince any words and pay attention to that light bulb going off over your head.
“Here’s a tip: think this stock will shoot up soon,” said the broker, “and you’ll soon be in the green. You might still have to spearhead a new investment scheme, but at least your troubles won’t crop up all at … Continue reading
Curly didn’t waffle when it came time to chip in: he had a stake in avoiding that tornado (or else he’d be fried).