Lanemeyer made band shirts back in like 2000 that were just a screen-print on Dickies workshirts, so it just.. keeps lasting. the bottom has finally started to wear through and get gossamer holey
[me telling the story of how I came to be on a pilgrimage to the time tombs on Hyperion] it was crazy
[ friend who has heard several variations on this story already] was the shrike there
lemon-scented santizer does not remind me of lemons, or cleanliness. it reminds me of using the restaurant's complimentary Wet Ones because i just got absolutely slimeful off lobster in the hot squinty summer sun
i will NOT "get in the robot" unless it's just an excuse to hang out
this is the face of Your New Girlfriend's Roommate
Doing a dry month and I forgot how much easier it is in the summer than winter. Like yeah a cold beer while grilling is nice, but there's nothing like 40 degree weather to make me want to sit in a big robe with a 32-ounce mug of neat whiskey and eating 5 or 6 sticks of butter peeled like bananas
fellas is it gay to look upon thine homies with a love that is serene and otherworldly
me, making cupcakes: "how many kids are in your girl scout troop?"
9-year-old, to sister: "hey! how many other kids are in our troop?"
7-year-old: "i think like twelve or seventeen"
me: "twelve or seventeen?"
9-year-old: "twelve or seventeen?"
unfortunately, i was one of four people who brought cupcakes, so we got lots leftover. on the other hand, i fried like fifteen pounds of chicken, and it entirely disappeared into the collective Girl Scout Maw
