Okay, so, I just know that before the end of the night I’ll be full of rum and cola, and eating shit (sounds bad, and is) made by Lays, even though I promised myself that I would do neither of those things.
Okay, so, I just know that before the end of the night I’ll be full of rum and cola, and eating shit (sounds bad, and is) made by Lays, even though I promised myself that I would do neither of those things.
At least to me: Paris May Day protest turns ugly as French people show up to protest. French peeps are/is/always shall be ugly, FYI. It’s the face. Right there, in the face. Homely. Face. Former prosecutor turned star witness says she won’t be silenced, because she can’t stop talking. Husband agrees. Tried to shut her …
Just sitting here snacking on a bag of Hormel sliced pepperoni, thinking life is wonderful. Who doesn’t like pepperoni? Especially, pan fried with a little mustard.
A new series with Larry Fishburne. I knew him from 1979’s Applepopocalypso Now, so I call him Larry, but you probably know him as Laurence. Yeah, he doesn’t like Ws. Ls are okay, but certainly no Ws.
Every now and then I think, it would be so great to just drift off to sleep and never wake up again, like a wave landing on a beach, disappearing into the sand, or to melt away and dissolve into nothing, like an ice cube in whiskey. And then I remember, don’t put ice in …
