I went to a joint birthday party for a five year old and his father. Since I don’t have kids (that have found me), there wasn’t much for me to do except take the free beer. Despite the presence of a bouncy castle and numerous children, the birthday boy decided that being around me was more fun—as most people do at…
I had an idea for a bookcase with sliding covers that would store flat above the books, but extend out and down. Basically, having the cover stored up above the books, but it can be pulled out and set down.
I mean, I probably know things, but I’m also pretty sure I’m mostly guessing. But people give me money to guess? That’s pretty sweet.
I’m considering these:
“Leon interests me, I’ve heard he’s anywhere from 25 to 60, I’ve been a foot and a half from him and I can’t tell, but you gotta see him. He does old Jimmie Rodgers, then turns around and does a Robert Johnson,” said Bob Dylan.
I shall not cause harm to any vehicle nor the personal contents thereof, nor through inaction let the personal contents thereof come to harm.
1. Write a song about a second-rate market.
It had car lashes. I dunno... it kind of worked, since it’s a Bentayga and they’re abominations.
It’s alright. It alright
A good artist can make good singles but make terrible albums, right?
I was just bored playing around in photoshop, but that would work. I wish I could justify wasting money on a proper paint job.
My favorite shitty Euro lager.
It’s very malt-y, like Kvass, but actually a bit alcoholic. Not sure where it comes from, but it’s a world monde selection, which I think pense is good bien.
I don’t particularly like red cars or NCs, but I like this red NC.