This fella usually comports himself with the demeanor of a survivor clinging to a raft. He just can't handle the rubs. Squeaks like a broken toy.
This one just hasn't learned to act right yet.
Wild seeing evangelical darling Rick Warren on there.
In the late 90s, Britain gave us Chemical Bros and Oasis and Massive Attack and Prodigy and Spice Girls but for my money, Death In Vegas's The Contino Sessions furkin nails the late 90s psychedelic slacker bucket hat fat jeans watch the sun come up while coming down in the car on the way home vibe.
This and some Gold Bond Powder would fix me.
This and some Gold Bond Powder would fix me.
Some days I just feel particularly fluent in life.
I don't know what it is but I'm full of wisdom today.
In my little podunk town of 35,000, they're doing some basic walkable downtown stuff, not even closing roads, just slowing/discouraging main street traffic for 4 blocks, and people are acting like they've closed the fuckin Panama Canal.
Had to ask a grown man today if he knew how to read a map.
