Whey protein powder smells like old socks and moth balls.
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I’m in Minneapolis right now. 19 degrees out.
I feel they’re lack of spleen.
Five splats and a splot. The splot hit RJ in his spleen.
Spleen is a funny word. It is. It just is.
The word butt is funny. Not as funny as spleen. But pretty, pretty close.
See? I know stuff.
That is an enormous fridge. Either that or RJ, Verne and Hammy are much smaller than I thought. And quite an ice maker.
Spleen really is a funny word.