Thank the skies for Brian xxx and more xxx all over, every nook, how disgusting, must force self, and on.
Them skies is a good provida, you hear, son, lotta people just go through life witout ev'a thinkin 'bout where your bread comes from. But I think the world of you too, we gotta a good friend in Mat to be an ambassada of goodwill to the chickens, make sure their tummies are full. Give and take, right? ETA: Yoo gotta reeel impuhtant paht in dis uhganizeashun *points finger* and dunt let aaanyone tell yoo uttawise.
Back in the good ol' days when one automobile'd take ya' half way 'round the world 'fore you needed to send it out to the junkers. Even then, ya' kept onto it 'cause daddy worked hard for what he got. Those were the days when you fixed what ailed ya' rather than cashin' in your chips for somethin' shinier. Bonnie & Clyde once came to my little town of Merkle, Texas on their way outta' Dallas. They came to my door lookin' to score a getaway car. They looked rode hard and put up wet, but daddy wasn't about to let that piece of junk go. He came out with his shotgun, madder than a wet hen, ready to shoot 'em 'fore he'd surrender. I 'member momma was sweatin' like a whore in church, but it all turned out a'right. The Clydes were sweet as pie, and told daddy his car was too broke to fix. Said they'd find one out yonder. That was the pickle of the Clydes ya' see -- couldn't fix what they got. Yup ... back in the good ol' days when you were too broke to know you weren't happy. Little learnin' from my paw woulda' done those folks some good, bless their little hearts.
Yeah, don't I look great? You'd have to be a lot older than 50 to remember Bonnie & Clyde coming up to your house. Haha. That little nugget was actually based on a story my great-grandmother used to tell me. She would be 103 if she were still alive.
I'm twenty-six, yet sometimes I feel like an angry seventy-six year old. But seriously, I'm way behind the times. At best I think I'm up to 2010.
That's nostalgia to me, I remember waiting in line at Staples the day they had a sale on them. (Yes, I am kinda young. But I'll be fifteen on Monday! ) (So old, huh? )
Happy birthday! You couldn't pay me to be 15 again. Godspeed for the next several years, sister. ETA: I actually think 14 is the exact age that I read my first Vonnegut book. For your birthday, go pick up a copy of "Welcome to the Monkey House."
Remember when we were all single cell organisms and the world was just one big, happy, swimming family.
Remember when you didn't have to pay for DLC, season passes, online, microtransactions, constant updates or downloads and when you bought a game you just popped it in and it worked. Not to say that DLC isn't cool and games today are far more complex. But sometimes a man longs for a time when you didn't have to go through a bunch of BS just to be able to game. SNES, PS1, PS2 are still my faaaaavorites!!!
Meh weird. I think the womb comfort extends - not for all people mind, but is obvious when you consider: 1. constant pressure - hugs 2. warmth - aversion to cold immersion / relaxing warm bath 3. blood pumping, etc - white noise calming effect I may have thought about this before
I saw one a few times, usually at a garage sale or school library. Encarta, however, was the first Wikipedia as far as I know.
Remember that one time @Hubardo and I drank too much and decided to officially Write Under the Influence in a collab thread, and then he totally BAILED on me?
Reminds me of people who talk about "getting so fucked up, man. Then we're going to go skydiving, or some crazy shit," and it never happens, but this case was truly tragic. I feel for your pain, Slobina
Reminds me of people who talk about "getting so fucked up, man. Then we're going to go skydiving, or some crazy shit," and it never happens, but this case was truly tragic. I feel for your pain, Slobina
And to be fair, I forgot my laptop when the Uber took me up to the place where I house-sat. And when I got there, the dog hated me, and it was too hot, and the pillows hurt my neck, and it was horrible. But I made 100 bucks, so. NEXT TIME, YOU WHINER.
