You’re loved and valued now, it’s okay.

You mean flip-fapping?

you can keep the fucking falls. That’s not a threat.

Dude, what’s up?

DARTH VADER. That is all.

Can you remember me? I want to be invited to your Pulitzer party, when that noble day arrives.

There’s a book here. I’m laughing so hard my eyes are squirting on my glasses.

+1

Horse poop, sir! Just step right in it! And I hope your man is nowhere nearby to clean them, and you have to do it yourself!

Because it’s there, man.

I’m with you.

I’m almost ashamed of the snort that I just made. It was...too good.

and who reads the Miami Herald, really?

Opinions. Opinions, opinions, opinions. Opinions. Opinions.

preach

I’m still getting my head around the notion of leftover fried chicken. I mean, sure, in some alternate universe where people eat sensibly quantities and balance the chicken with healthy sides and live otherwise useful and fulfilling lives, but I live in the one where I eat all of it. Unashamedly.

Lindsay’s sideboob!

Good luck and best wishes; looking forward to seeing where the adventure takes you next.

Looks a bit like a Mazda to me.

It’s the Dystopian Olympics.