mean, how many of us have bothered to record the hiss of a radiator—and presumably that won’t be around forever. For that matter, someone ought to memorialize the rattle of a dead, incandescent bulb.
I get crotchety as all hell during summer
The Aroma: Andes mints, cough drops, warm mouth of a menthol smoker
Guy Fieri, a douchey, flame-decorated windsock fueled by mouth gas
Do you ever wish you could email or text your cat (or dog) at home during the day while you work?
sounds like a made up word used to sell detergents