now it’s not
So I looked at the calendar today and realized it had been one month since I had any nicotine. Holy shit. I was 15 cigarettes per day back in January.
Good morning my fellow groupers.
0. Content (impossible, inconceivable)
Had a suicidal episode yesterday, feeling a bit better today. Everything is still awful and meaningless, but I'm too lazy to do anything about it. Also there are sandwiches with roast beef on them and that's pretty cool. But you're not here to hear about such things.
And that is my girlfriend's arm. That is all.
That is all.
So I broke down today and bought the juicer that woot is selling (see image).
A "practical joker" deserves applause for his wit according to its quality. Bastinado is about right. For exceptional wit one might grant keelhauling. But staking him out on an anthill should be reserved for the very wittiest.
I need to bitch, so please bear with me.
As some of you may have noticed, it's been a while.
Good morning, GT!
Just a bravura job of trying to convince mental illness sufferers that it's all in their head.
It is now 24 hours until you will be inundated with pictures of my new fluffy corgi puppy.
This is a rock star in a lumberjack shirt, a PUFFY DENIM DOWN VEST, tight khaki jeans, and boots, serenading 45,000 delirious (and frostbitten) Saskatchewan Roughriders fans during the halftime show for 101st Grey Cup. Yes, that is fire. Yes, that is a snowmobiler doing a TOTALLY RADICAL backflip. Yes, those are…
MP-Eva refuses to take any of this chelonian's guff: