I used to own a stuffed piranha, but I haven't seen it in years. I don't even know what happened to it. Maybe my wife didn't want it to make the move from the last house to this one.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It really started cooking when I moved to Houston. I bought a house and got my own barbeque pit.
I used to live in Pillgwenlly, and there was this old Italian pizzeria that used to be there with a really amazing character who ran it.
I think I learned years ago when I went to Hawaii that you don't bring puka shells back. You've got to be careful of your vacation purchases.
Oh, my wife is a wonderful cook. She comes from a food-loving Italian family - her father owned a pizzeria!
I'm so used to swimming with the piranhas. And they're really not that bad.
My girlfriend has crabs, I bought her fishnet stockings.
I've just got a new house in Pacific Palisades. It's really cute.
I actually have a pig collection in my cabin: all types of old wood hand-carved pigs that my mom started for me as a housewarming gift.
I know it's not cat food, but what exactly is it that they put inside of tinned ravioli?
My roommate got a pet elephant. Then it got lost. It's in the apartment somewhere.