They didn’t sleep inside, they camped out in the fields. They were all super chill about everything, and if there was ever a problem with any of them, I never heard about it.
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They didn’t sleep inside, they camped out in the fields. They were all super chill about everything, and if there was ever a problem with any of them, I never heard about it.
E tu, brute?
My yard guy only charges $45 but I tip $15 on top. Still a great deal. I don’t have the energy for that shit after work.
My grandparents lived on the trail. They would bring the hikers in and cook them dinner and let them take showers. It was a different time back then, but I remember sharing Sunday dinner with a lot of strangers.
Well, just feed it to the cat.
It didn’t tank this morning. It’s been going downhill for exactly a month.
Like the Pizza Hut turned Bank turned Chinese Food Restaurant turned Fed Ex Pack and Ship
I wish this would come to Steam. I’m never going to give you my money for your shit storefront, epic.
My sister got me a llama wool beanie a few years ago, and I will sweat at near zero. That shit is WARM.
Fuck yeah! I can’t wait for their reunion tour, just as soon as Charlie gets back from Australia.
Me? That’s usually my job, but Jill Stein can jump off a bridge, so I won’t be giving any hot takes in this thread.
I love Mr. Elliot and I appreciate the message, but that felt phoned in. Like they gave him the script on a zoom call and used the first take.
One of my best friends was also a neighbor of mine. I was on my porch smoking a morning cig and he yells over to me, “Hey, you want some hot chocolate?” I’m not the kind of person to turn down hot chocolate, so I say, “Sure.” He brings it over, and we both drink our hot coco and smoke cigs while the sun rises over Tampa Bay. This is some real bro shit, and one of my fondest memories. However, it took a turn when I noticed the flavor of the hot chocolate. It was earthy. I really liked it, though, it was such a unique flavor, and I thought that it may have been some high quality chocolate or something, so I asked him. He said, “No, it’s POT chocolate.”
Now, I smoked some weed back in high school. You know, that brown basement weed that had been harvested from the roaches of that one friend’s parent’s ashtray. That weed. This wasn’t that weed. This was high quality. This was potent. Still, I thought to myself, “I used to smoke weed all the time, this can’t be that bad.” I was wrong. That shit wiped me out. I was too stoned to move. I was fully ready to die in that chair. I watched the sun rise and set like the OG Time Machine film.
I hold no ill will towards my friend for the mix up. He legitimately thought I understood what he asked, and I know he would never do anything like that on purpose, but damn, that shit was wild.
Ok, we’ve jumped the shark on the apocalypse, and I fucking love it. This shit is going sideways so hard and so fast that I’m really just waiting around to see how fucked up it can get. I’ll be real, I’ve already made my peace that the planet is going to be mostly human-free in the next century, so I may as well enjoy the fireworks. Fire up the reactor, boys! We’ve got SEO to write!
I’ve found that I have the most success with stuff I know fairly well. I’ll listen to Tolkien, Asimov, or King because I’ve read the books 10 times and if I miss a bit, I still know what is going on.
That kid is back on the escalator, again!