Oh my… Dear me oh my I love that. I believe that the people who don’t get the hyperbole and goodness of the above statement are living life WAY too seriously. Bacon. Wine…. no.. sorry to (more…)
Advice for 30 year olds. No not 30 babies. And yes, the math may be bad. No, not naughty.
drunken hippy I am. I posted this on a thread of someone asking advice on being 30… and being bummed about it. This is funny… as this is something I wrote when I turned 30. Nice how things change, (more…)
Protected: oh so many hands.. a bit alternative for those conservative.
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The foolish drunken pretension of a tortured author.. blegh!
With an illuminated dart from this serpentine driveway, the evening got less confusing. That isn’t always a good thing. Foolhardy swerving, leaving three new, very different friends to piecemeal the evening back together.
Not too bad, I did pour just a smidgen of sweet and sour….
I am finding the handle attached to the plunger on toilet tanks incredibly difficult to flush, and I know where this ends up. Usually slumped on the kitchen floor tiles being hugged by an exceptionally good-looking and caring little person. The hug is real, and deep.. and it doesn’t matter that I don’t feel as big as him.