It just occured to me that we have in our presence a security guard named Nuts!
If one’s dinosaurs are carnivores I suppose one could allow ‘em to celebrate steak night by givin’ 'em a herd or two of cattle to gnaw on. If one’s dinosaurs are herbivores, mayhaps instead of cattle one could provide a forrest or two. It’s possible all dinosaurs would eat ice cream but maybe not the herbivores. That would depend on whether your herbivores are vegans or vegetarians I suppose.
I am in trouble. Deep trouble. I have been shopping for Basses on EBay and I found one that A. I can afford and B. Is what I want. Sh*T, think I am going to pull the trigger.
Grandma always had an extra brisket just hanging around somewhere. We once took a whole-family trip to South Carolina, and she brought one in an effing cooler on the plane.
And it wasn’t enough to feed all twenty of us. I don’t know if she could even begin to feed the amount of family she has now. Not that anybody would let her. Or that she’d let anybody forget that she wants to help, but everybody keeps making her sit down.
PS, flytrap, my grandma’s matzoh ball soup was divine. I don’t think she’s made it in twenty years, though. I should ask her why. Because I would like some soup. Nothing else has ever come close to it.