TIL that honey bees are Juggalos…whoop whoop.

I have this shirt. It was a gift. The very first time I wore it was to work. I’m subtle like that…

Sometimes it’s also their last diamondback

Everyone that has been exposed to it dies…eventually.

Sounds like the “undercover spy gear” that was popular for a while. I think there was a cigarette case that folded open and became a gun and, of course, the ink pen telescope plus the ink pen with disappearing ink! And several others as well. It was weird… we all played outside using our imagination to create fabulous worlds in the same backyard that was a grand prix track yesterday and an undersea exploration spot the day before that. A stick was a horse one minute, a cane the next, a rifle after that , and a baseball bat… hitting home runs with the bases loaded, winning the world series. Those black walnuts would sail when you made good contact!

Look… ok… it’s right there in my name…old. LOL

Wait…whaaaat???

Wasn’t that the “high” lobster named Price episode? LOVED that tie died shell of his!

Now now now… don’t let facts get in the way of feelings…somebody’s gonna cry

Not really new… I think it was part of an old George Carlin bit.

I swear, honey, I thought you said you wanted a glass jewelry counter. I distinctly remember how hard and cold the glass was when you told me that you wanted one…

My life.

Dude, it’s been 10 years… she’s definitely interested. Probably.

Make up some bogus tiktok challenge with a list of questions she has to answer. Slip: “Do you like me?” In the middle of the list.

Make sure to video it with your phone so it looks legit for tiktok… but really, you can study her response to dylm? over and over for years to come looking for clues to if she really does like you.

It’s still a coin toss. She may just be nice.

The concept of CHALANCE exists but you cannot nonchalantly introduce it into a conversation.

They’re free to die however they choose. Or however death chooses them.

They’ll all be there with thoughts and prayers… and apparently claps. I mean, I know that’s what “I” do whenever someone wants money from me… I’ll think about them, pray I’m never in that circumstance, and clap for them. Seems to help.

That’s sarcasm… for anyone instantly seething and spitting foam.

The awkward silence is because they know that clapping is not doing anything useful.

Let’s put a happy little plant here… and another here… and here here here here. See how joyful they look soaking up that sunshine and converting it into Those Hippy Calories… nice.

It’s all about the fabric of time.

Noob for sure

GONNA CLAW NOWWWWWW!!

I had a party line during the 80’s in Arkansas.

Hungry?