Originally posted by Solstice
I was told I was like ~95% Italian my whole life then took a DNA test and found out I'm like 65% with the rest being like 6 varieties of European and 1.5% Asian or something like that.
Even Italians in Italy aren't gonna come up with 95% Italian
Culture is all that matters. Genetics are a lie. We've been migrating back and forth for ages. This is why there are native white people in Africa and the middle east, and middle eastern people who have been in Europe since before Muslims were in control of Spain, and why North Americans have Asian DNA, and etc etc. We're all mutts.
House of representatives has sole power to impeach
198 Republicans
235 Democrats
1 independent
1 vacant
Afterwards he'll be liable for any crimes committed in office, which at least includes obstruction of justice. Should be noted he has several other financial suits going on.
I know I should have but they get real offended real fast when it comes to vegan stuff and I was just gonna end up looking like the monster in the end
Sounds like a shitty friend if she can't be real about her food.
I have a vegetarian friend and also my sister is vegetarian, and I'm able to be pretty open when their stuff isn't good. They both accept meat will always taste better than fake meat but choose to just suffer for moral reasons. Its commendable.
Best fake meats are the chicken ones, because chicken is so flavorless nowadays all it is is spices anyway. Pretty easy to replicate that.
Harold was a burly man whose fleece was white as frozen cumrags. He had a lot of actual frozen cumrags, but they had bear cum. The family dog, Bear, was missing after attacking a group of Boy Scouts who had wandered into the basement where a sharp series of barks revealed an exotic sex ring orchestrated by none other than Mr. Snackass, the local town shaman. Not only was he the last person anybody would suspect, he was the first person nobody suspected.
Harold left in his olive green Ford F150 to search for Bear, who he suspected hadn't gone far. The scent of cum led Harold immediately to the nearby graveyard. Fog had settled over the entirety of the boneyard, and the nightshade fairies were
Harold was a burly man whose fleece was white as frozen cumrags. He had a lot of actual frozen cumrags, but they had bear cum. The family dog, Bear, was missing after attacking a group of Boy Scouts who had wandered into the basement where a sharp series of barks revealed an exotic sex ring orchestrated by none other than Mr. Snackass, the local town shaman. Not only was he the last person anybody would suspect, he was the first person nobody suspected.
Harold left in his olive green Ford F150 to search for Bear, who he suspected hadn't gone far. The scent of cum led Harold immediately to the nearby graveyard. Fog had settled over
Harold was a burly man whose fleece was white as frozen cumrags. He had a lot of actual frozen cumrags, but they had bear cum. The family dog, Bear, was missing after attacking a group of Boy Scouts who had wandered into the basement where a sharp series of barks revealed an exotic sex ring orchestrated by none other than Mr. Snackass, the local town shaman. Not only was he the last person anybody would suspect, he was the first person nobody suspected.
Harold left in his olive green Ford F150 to search for Bear, who he suspected hadn't gone far. The scent of cum led
Harold was a burly man whose fleece was white as frozen cumrags. He had a lot of actual frozen cumrags, but they had bear cum. The family dog, Bear, was missing after attacking a group of Boy Scouts who had wandered into the basement where a sharp series of barks revealed an exotic sex ring orchestrated by none other than Mr. Snackass, the local town shaman. Not only was he the last person anybody would suspect, he was the first person nobody suspected.
Harold left in his olive green Ford F150 to search for Bear, who
Harold was a burly man whose fleece was white as frozen cumrags. He had a lot of actual frozen cumrags, but they had bear cum. The family dog, Bear, was missing after attacking a group of Boy Scouts who had wandered into the basement where a sharp series of barks revealed an exotic sex ring orchestrated by none other than Mr. Snackass, the local town shaman. Not only was he the last person anybody would suspect, he was the first person nobody suspected.
