Have you ever had really dry hands? Not as in the opposite of wet, but dry as if you dipped your mitts into a vat of acid.
Have you ever had really dry hands? Not as in the opposite of wet, but dry as if you dipped your mitts into a vat of acid.
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.
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 …
