Most of the motif was in the reception hall which contained loads of Harry Potter related items and gallons of butterbeer, but there were some things in the ceremony and the church that referenced Sam and Stephanie's love for the Potterverse.
Now before I go any further in this, for those of you reading who are not from Poplar Bluff, we have an almost comical amount of Mexican restaurants... So here is my plea. Please, one of you, start a traditional/bizarre food movement.
Actually, this was a pretty ghetto Days Inn, and I thought maybe towels and shit would be extra... I later found out that Chris and Heidi had these items, so naturally, I am just the lucky one. I made due, I took the pillow case off of one of the pillows and used it as a wash rag and my blankets made for a good towel.
First and foremost, I have moved from Lake of the Ozarks, Missouri back home to Poplar Bluff, Missouri.
I love E-Dub, he will always be a friend but if this wasn't a case of self-defense, they need to bury him under the jail. Things like this always make me wonder that if I had been around, could this have not happened. There were some kids I grew up across the street from in Mansfield, TX named Brooks. They all turned out to be shit-bums as far as I know and I always wondered if I had stuck around, would it have turned out that way.
We add some salsa to our tacos and each took a bite of our tongue taco and HOLY FUCK ARE THEY BLAND! I believe to this day that Michoacan means cooking without any spice or seasonings. Even with salsa on these things they were bland. The veal Brain was not only bland but it left a kind of gross aftertaste. Mr. Zimmern had let me down.
Howdy, y'all I just wanted to write to let you know that I have taken on another writer for Chop's Guide to the Galaxy! All of my fan will have seen me talk about him on occasion. My brother, Sambob. His first article is posting 4 August so I hope you enjoy it. I am trying … Continue reading I. Am. Not. Alone.
If your pre-pubescent child is biting you/hitting you/kicking you and rather than punting that little bastard across the room, you call 911, you have failed as a parent and it will never get any better. That kid now knows you have absolutely no power. You should send that kid off to military school or something because that kid is going to grow up to be a piece of shit otherwise. Probably just like you.
What I mean when I say living like a local is not living like a tourist or as a westerner who just can't give up McDonald's.
The term brother for me refers to those ride and die folk you meet throughout your life, the ones who leave an impression upon you... and though you may not get to spend as much time with them as you would like, you would do everything you can to be there for them in times of need... even if the need is just bullshitting. I have some people I still consider my brother even though they have ditched me (mostly due to my ideals on the world and politics)