I’m the king. Of jalopies.
I tried to tell this to some kid at my child’s school’s trunk or treat the other day he said, “sorry all I have is a pillowcase” and I said dude that’s the way to rock it. You can fit way more candy in it. Plus you can sneak some in your room by stuffing your pillow in there. I never used a bucket as a kid. I always used the pillowcase.
Now that I think about it we were also really poor…
Straight from bored panda after they stole it from reddit. This meme has legs!
Sometimes I forget to post the eviction notice in advance.
We don’t talk about those
Gotta be careful where you drop pollen these days.
As a pest control professional, I assure you that wasps aren’t trying to fuck you up. They get aggressive in the late season but for the most part they won’t fuck with you unless you are a threat. I’ve knocked down countless wasp nests with my brush and only been stung a few times. Those times I got stung I was really asking for it by how I went about it. They’re also accidental pollinators so they do help more than people think.
This is the adult, “takes one to know one”
Who the hell is telling you that? I’ve been using moisturizers forever. People often ask my age then don’t believe it and I’m like lotion dude. Everyday. Care for your skin. Never been told I couldn’t.
Those are quite obviously stick people
What’s up with the people in the stands? Why they all repeating?
That was my intro to Vonnegut and I rather enjoyed it. Enough to read more from him which is when I realized it wasn’t a great book.
You should see the movie. It stars nic cage and he did it as a favor to a friend. It’s fucking awful. funny thing though, my story is identical to yours. Had no idea until it was too late lol.
Today is kind of a not very blessed day at least in America
They can recognize faces actually. They know you from other people. My wife and I had one living in our lamp between our recliners for about 6 months. They’re super awesome.
Mom divorced my abusive alcoholic father and married a man from England. I was 14 but she figured I had the maturity to know it would be ok if I stayed with him instead of moving to England with her and my brother. I was angry at her because I was 14 and dumb. She left me in the US and gave me no end of guilt for making my choice once a grew up a bit and realized I made a mistake. Once she and her husband moved back to Oklahoma I took a position in California and now I’m guilted for that at the age of 42 because she can’t see my daughter whom she never bothered to spend anytime with anyway because of her constant depression about having married another different kind of abusive man.
I was alive in the 80s and 90s. I prefer now. I’m nostalgic for those times but I don’t prefer them.
Half and half is only fair. Trick or treat