Rub your nose on your anus and you’ll have your answer.
Rub your nose on your anus and you’ll have your answer.
My coworker gave me a blue marker the other day, as we were discussing something else that had to do with houses. For some reason I scrawled HOUSE on the wall (this was in a back area where no one cares,) with the blue marker.
The following week I walked past the blue house and was overcome with the realization of what I had done.
I read the book once years ago, I don’t think any other work of art has the ability to change the readers psychology. I often have dreams about wandering empty endless houses.
Also one foot note cites my hometown which is a place few people outside the state even know about.
Coward.
The train doesn’t exist, therefore it can’t be late when it’ll never be there.
On the plus side the train is never late.
Seems to me like they’ve just upped the price $10 with each successive generation of consoles.
You got a laugh outta me, but damn, maybe you should go to therapy Gary.
If a tarp was added to this equation it would actually do something.
It’d be great if this was reported on while it was happening, instead of being sat on to get a juicy book deal.
sigh ZZZIIIIIPPP
A perfect example of a shower thought. Thanks for thinking it.
On a semi related note: what the hell is the deal with people that walk around in public on speaker phone, with the phone held 2 inches from their head? What’s the point? I just saw someone doing it the other day and having a pretty awkward conversation that I would want other people to listen to.
He should get one free kill.
It’s a cross section. So the other leg of the receiver is behind the giver and the giver’s one leg is visible, it’s just all muscly.
What about the Lusitania? There’s so many things we forgot to remember!
It is a confusing statement. I understood it to be basically that once he is guaranteed to be president, Putin will know his man on the inside will be in charge, and Putin can end the war/negotiate for favorable terms with the US as enforcer.
Trump can’t end it before the election, because there’s no guarantee he’ll win.
Trump thinks that makes him a brilliant negotiator, instead of what he really is which is a stooge that can be played like a fiddle.
Doin’ the Lord’s work.
Sighs, and begrudgingly resets a counter labeled, “Days Since I’ve thought about Martin Shkreli.” Then, I place my head in my hands and begin to weep.