Your husband, the dying air conditioner from The Brave Little Toaster, who constantly cheats on you: HOnEY mY PoCkETs aRE fulL Of goOD hEALthY tOAd sCrAPs fROm ThAT oLD TAiliNGs POnd i nEEd yOU tO caRry tHe LUncH stINkiEs
beetle moses
I've got these ~18 year old party poppers that I just dug out of my desk.
Do we think they're:
a) duds
b) gonna explode early and destroy my hand
c) in fine condition and confetti will rain down majestically
A brief glance at social media today indicates a sizable discrepancy regarding who can lay claim to the "best dad" moniker.
...is there not a governing body that could settle this debate for us??
Oh man, bring back 2017 prices!! I would love to "only" pay $12 for a salad bar monstrosity.
I ended up paying nearly $30 for one over the winter and it wasn't even that good (or filling).
starting a podcast where every episode is me discussing and analyzing the latest argument i am in with my cat
Very boring fun fact, I am wearing the same shirt for my final day at MIT that I wore for my first day at MIT in 2006. It's a bit more snug than it was back in the day, but we haven't gone full "sausage casing" yet, so we're marking this one down as a win.
