Yeah, there’d be plenty of that

This is the judge who made the ruling’s Wikipedia page. Find for me what court he sits on

They search there often enough in prison, unfortunately.

It’s Texas, they’ve just been waiting to do it on the right week so they have something to distract from their worse politics

Boot cut is tighter around the hips and thighs, has a slightly flared leg (think bell bottoms but way smaller flare). Relaxed is straight leg, but not so tight as to be skinny jeans. I generally wear boot cut, but my boots are only ankle high so it’s not like I need the extra leg room. I just like the way they look on me.

That sounds like a problem a tailor could solve

I never knew per se, I just assumed that like with all women’s clothing sizes are a convenient fiction

By Christmas the Department of Government Efficiency (they really should have used Excess for the E) will no longer be going to exist.

Fifth circuit is federal

Hey that’s my bands name

I’m not risking a flood when I’ve still got torpedoes in the tube

Just be a normal hygienic human being and shit directly on your digital kitchen scale.

As a former line cook who got married during his elf prince years, I have now gained enough flab to be moved to the depressed middle age father circle.

Explains a lot about my dating life tho

I’m hoping he announced the gaetz nomination to get him to resign, and it’s going to nominate someone else for reals (all over some perceived slight). I have nothing to base this off of, other than it would be funny.

Please don’t tell my intrusive thoughts that

Did you check your pockets for a time machine? I bet you left it there and could make a quick pop back to the 90s and correct the timeline.

Is it carpet or stone kind of hard floor? Does he sploot a lot?

I’m not sure what you’d have to do to actually go to hell,

Be mormon, then say mormonism is false. It’s their only unforgivable sin.

My cat wants me to open the door for him. I humor him. So the other day he’s yowling like he’s got to poop and he’s turtling, and I jump out of my chair to rush him down the hall to the litter box. What does the little shit do? Jumps in my chair, lays down and farts at me.

I brought in another chair so I could work.

That sounds like something I should hook up next to my bum hose.