My wife got into reading via the sword of truth by Terry goodkind.

Totalcommander.

Even went so far as to get a licence.

Dentist.

It’s irrational also. Everything’s fine and cute. I’ll lie down, open wide, all good.

But as soon as the tools dissappear into my mouth I blank. I tense up, heartbeat spikes, sweating. Once I tensed up to hard I accidentally ripped off the armrest and gave the poor dentist a black eye.

The Netherlands is proud to present: the kapsalon.

He’s probably a great guy, but all I know is his TV personality so that is what I base my opinion on.

I like his simple recipes, I like his ideas.

So of my favorite dishes are from his hand, or one of his cronies.

Haven’t played any Splatoon lately?