Now, in the 20s
Fuck, my back
Now, in the 20s
Fuck, my back
5’s is a CT
If you’re actually being serious as opposed to trolling, up to about 88 degrees a fan is capable of cooling the human body sufficiently where lowering air temperature isn’t necessary.
Assuming it’s not too humid that is
Crows love dog food and unsalted peanuts.
You want friends you ought to carry some in your pockets, caw politely and place some food down and walk off.
I have a murder that hangs out in front of my house that know me now.
I have a coworker who had his hair go silver / white while we were in our 20s.
He can grow a beard fast as fuck.
He is only 30 something now but if he doesn’t shave for a week he looks like someone’s drunk grandpa, it’s hilarious how old he looks until you get up close.
He does however walk like a young man, and he’s really fit (I think in an effort to not look like grandpa)
Dying on the toilet, then falling off, is common.
The poop process is a full body clench and it’s “common” for your “heart to pop” when you’re pooping.
So that’s fun.
https://www.kleinbottle.com/drinking_mug_klein_bottle.htm
Again my warning: THIS IS NOT A GOOD DRINKING GLASS! It’s difficult to get liquids in. Difficult to get liquids out. It’s difficult to clean. (it’s also difficult to make, if that’s any consolation. ) Please treat it as a mathematical curiousity rather than a practical cup.
Clearly that’s Finn dressed up as Fiona
Robert Deniro looking motherfucker
Ooooh can I join and can we wear roller skates?
I really dislike the notion of a SUV being considered a “hot hatchback”
Especially considering the hot hatch was born in the 70s
I will die on this hill.
Alone, no less.
Not much, what’s sundog with you?
… I mean it still might be your Christmas present, just this year
Sidebar:
I can only assume Ms. Squid has finished your sweater…
What’s the status on my Penguin sweater?
No rush, of course 😅
Also it was a largely outdoor area, like half building half covered cement pad with exposed wood beams.
It was absorbent.
I was party to a spaghetti dinner food fight at a summer camp in the mid 90s.
The dining area smelled good for one day and then like rotting sweet death the rest of the week.
The wrong thread to stumble into during lunch, but that’s on me.