…but kitchens with bad-ass granite and tip-top appliances are at their highest since 1945!!!
Party on!
I feel a tremendous amount of pity for all of our retarded American brethren who have no idea how bad this thing is gonna get.
I count myself among the schadenfreude fanatics, but I am now beginning to realize that I don’t want my kids to have to grow up in Depression-era conditions. If wishes were horses, though…they probably will.
…but kitchens with bad-ass granite and tip-top appliances are at their highest since 1945!!!
Party on!
I feel a tremendous amount of pity for all of our retarded American brethren who have no idea how bad this thing is gonna get.
I count myself among the schadenfreude fanatics, but I am now beginning to realize that I don’t want my kids to have to grow up in Depression-era conditions. If wishes were horses, though…they probably will.
…but kitchens with bad-ass granite and tip-top appliances are at their highest since 1945!!!
Party on!
I feel a tremendous amount of pity for all of our retarded American brethren who have no idea how bad this thing is gonna get.
I count myself among the schadenfreude fanatics, but I am now beginning to realize that I don’t want my kids to have to grow up in Depression-era conditions. If wishes were horses, though…they probably will.
…but kitchens with bad-ass granite and tip-top appliances are at their highest since 1945!!!
Party on!
I feel a tremendous amount of pity for all of our retarded American brethren who have no idea how bad this thing is gonna get.
I count myself among the schadenfreude fanatics, but I am now beginning to realize that I don’t want my kids to have to grow up in Depression-era conditions. If wishes were horses, though…they probably will.
…but kitchens with bad-ass granite and tip-top appliances are at their highest since 1945!!!
Party on!
I feel a tremendous amount of pity for all of our retarded American brethren who have no idea how bad this thing is gonna get.
I count myself among the schadenfreude fanatics, but I am now beginning to realize that I don’t want my kids to have to grow up in Depression-era conditions. If wishes were horses, though…they probably will.
