“I had a nearly 30 minute dream in which I tried unsuccessfully to convince the world it wasn’t normal to see this dude get a blowie on youtube, and they just kept calling the girls lesbians or making fun of his cock or what have you. No one actually heard what I was saying; very disheartening.”
No one likes the frutista freeze, and cinnamon crisps would be much better if they were cheesey fiesta potatoes. Why am I the only one who realizes this?
If I failed to notice I typed “ww.example.com” in the address bar, do you really think I know what “check your computer’s network connection” means?
I got to know a lot of my cousins, this weekend. Thank the lord for alcohol. One in particular told me a few things worth remembering. 1) Don’t go fishing with a mormon unless you bring at least two; otherwise, he’ll drink all your beer. 2) When consuming a beer you deem unworthy of your attention, one might call it “a lot like sex in a canoe.” He later explained that...