"Kayak." It was more than just a word. It was a message from my father to me: "Know what you're getting into." Know what you're getting into, when you get into a boat on the water, or into a marriage, or into a house or a job...
Putin got an unusual gift from several students of Moscow State University's Department of Journalism. Twelve soon-to-be journalists in sexy lingerie posed for a calendar entitled "Happy Birthday, Mr. Putin!"
My mom first made this dessert at some time during my childhood. It was as awesome then as it is now, and it inspired a lifelong affection for raspberry sorbet topped with chocolate chips aka watermelon seeds.
As it relates to music, I always seem to measure time by a distinct period. I call it A.T.: After Tupac. There's so much that Tupac Shakur accomplished in his 25 years of life that it would be a disservice to narrow his existence down to one label.
I never have liked massages. They go against all of the rules I ever that learned in public school health class which dictated that if ever confronted by a combination of naked+rubbing+swimsuit line+stranger I was to "call out for help".
If I had to write tips on how to make successful bark, I think I'd advise: 1) add crunch 2) add salt 3) use a variety of textures. I'm currently making use of these "guidelines" to improvise some new flavors of my old go-to.