No, not that song by Bob Dylan’s kid.
I just wiki’d Jakob Dylan. He was born in 1969, in case you weren’t feeling old today.
I’m talking about nipples.
No, not that song by Bob Dylan’s kid.
I just wiki’d Jakob Dylan. He was born in 1969, in case you weren’t feeling old today.
I’m talking about nipples.
I’m upset with The Walking Dead writers at the moment. We haven’t seen enough of the emotionally unavailable badass with a crossbow since the Winter break.
I call bullshit on this.
I already know from my comic book geek people that the series deviates from the graphic novels, so there is no excuse for not having a little more face time with Daryl.
Then I thought, you know…menopausal women are a lot like Daryl Dixon.
H is for the headache that’s a tumor.
Y is for the yeast infection brought on by unnecessary antibiotics.
P is for the pillow that I need.