Sorry Wayne, already got you down for no gambling, and yes on touching kids.
You'll change your tune when Matthew Mitchell takes all of UK down.
Sorry Wayne, already got you down for no gambling, and yes on touching kids.
Congressman Yarmuth's son. Old Louisville (jewish) money.
Likes to lecture people via the newspaper column his trust fund bought for him with limited real life experience for himself.
I guess sort of like his Dad used to only not as well.
Tremendous views of the beautifully muddy Ohio River and decrepit bridges that cross it, tho!That’s a terrible sunroom foyer whatever it is
mine is stuck in mobile format.Anyone else on Chrome have their CatPaw text start looking different today? Like almost kind of faded and a slightly different font. Just started the new weird and terrible look today.
Likes to lecture people...with limited real life experience for himself.
You don’t become immune to them, you develop tolerance.
Richie now belongs to one of the best clubs/courses in the state & he's going to be spending summer evenings playing pickle ball.
Smh
(pickle ball is fun AF, actually)
There is a lot to like about my dude Richie, but nothing more than his cold shoulder to golf.
Yeah, if we're anything it's Old Louisville Jewish trust fund money.
Hey, fat neck, my grandpa worked in a damn pickle factory and I grew up in Shively.
Looks like a d bag.What is an Aaron Yarmouth?
Yeah during the 80s you guys were the Phi Taus instead of the Five Taus.The SAEs on UK's campus support this message 110%!
Nope, it’s ova.
Rick is the gift that keeps on giving.
Kind of like Hillary Clinton.
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-sweet/bread and butter pickles are disgusting.
B-.
Ah, knowing Grandpa, it wouldn't surprise me.Bill has worked in a pickle factory for several years.
One day he confesses to his wife that he has a terrible urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer. His wife suggests that he see a therapist to talk about it, but Bill vows to overcome this rash desire on his own.
A few weeks later, Bill returns home absolutely ashen. His wife asks, "What's wrong, Bill?"
"Do you remember how I told you about my tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?"
His wife gasps, "My God, Bill, what happened?"
"I got fired."
"No, Bill -- I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?"
"Oh, um, she got fired, too."
-sweet/bread and butter pickles are disgusting.