Ah the internet. A place where you can find such valuable relationship advice as “tell your SO that you’ve joined a cult and taken up drugs, because then you can back down on the drugs thing and they’ll be relieved and let you stay in the cult.” Oh wait, I have that advise to some […]
Month: July 2017
Today I wore a green shirt with my brown pants, so now I’m basically dressed as a tree. A tree who is also a 70s German porn actor with a propensity for shitting his pants and not just as part of his job. #SoFashionable […]
Having a cup of peppermint tea and instantly feel like I’m just 70 again. […]
I wonder what went thru my head when I bought brown pants. I’m guessing something along the lines of: “I’ll just trow on an orange shirt and look like a reject first-year project titled ‘a shitty rug for my feral dog’ by a failing student of the Moscow Design Institute in the YOOL 1970.” Brown. […]
Normally, I don’t give a damn about religious holidays, but why does the US stock markets have to close tomorrow? […]
I wonder if the new Eclipse is named after the Spice Girls song or the Colbie Caillat song… […]