Then he said, “Just give my feet a sniff, to confirm.” and I was like, “NO! YOU SMELL THEM!”
My Parasitic Twin wasted no time taking a victory lap and was all, “I can see these fucking assholes eat me in a heartbeat.” Drops mic.
Amidst the shit show of dogs and leash aggression I had a nice moment in the gloom of the morning with a very old friend.
I managed a brief conversation with Ray from Philly who is an electrical engineer visiting a water treatment plant in Broomfield. That happened sometime between when I sent the angry text and the ladies showed up
… except Loony but who cares what he thinks. Yesterday my phone blew up with people texting me pictures and videos of this bad motherfucker. Yes, I went there with the penis reference. OF COURSE I WENT THERE! WHEN DO I NOT GO THERE? I’m not alone. and … I love how supportive my community […]
I know that smell. It’s the smell of a house on fire.
Between courses we stretched, did handstands, crunches, and I tried to teach everyone how to make their butts and boobs bounce, which I happen to be very good at.
I hope one day he will become a writer. Not because I think being a writer makes you special or worthy, but because I really like what he has to say and the way he says it.
People ask if having chickens is hard. The answer is that having chickens is easy until someone needs an enema.
I can take a day off, I’m not so important that I can’t take a day to revel in a good book. Most of my stress is self-imposed.