This book explains why I'll never have a chess title.
For the married folk.
This author read Bradbury's book.
For those we think shouldn't reproduce. Let's vote.
I'm a master of many languages. I'm a cunning linguist.
Careful AlCie we don't want this title
So is Colonel Angus.
Ah yes. No one attacks the flanks like Colonel Angus.
My name change doesn't quite look right to me...if I had to describe it, well it looks home made.
___FN___ maybe ? Unfortunately spaces are not allowed.
no AlC, he's a cunnilingust.
Now I know why my "friend with benefits" wasn't laughing when I started speaking in french.
Join the French Foreign Legion.
Titles include but not limited to:
2. Legionnaire 2e Classe
3.Legionnaire 1e Classe
Number five is the most interesting.
Caporal Chef(not a cook) but . . .
Chefs cook food to eat. Colonel Angus eats black meat. Black Angus. He liked it cooked En Crout. He ate the crap out of it, and in the end was not in the French Foreign Legion but had a French Foreign Lesion
lol ! Reminds me of a, true, story with a bunch of sailors on a ship. No one could cook, no one wanted to either. So they drew straws. The rule was that the first to complain would be the new cook. The food was horrible. Eventually one sailor had enough and shouted "This food looks like shit. it smells like shit, it even tastes like shit - But it's prepared very well !"
"This food looks like shit. it smells like shit, it even tastes like shit - But it's prepared very well !
A big LOL!
As a prep cook, I laughed out loud at that.