1. Don’t burn any bridges

Return to OZ was somewhat traumatizing, even though I was 11 when it came out. Between the Electro Shock therapy, the petrified cowardly lion and those damnable beasts with wheels for hands and feet, I just couldn’t.

Seriously, man-- that’s not a crisis, that’s a perfect weekend.

Seated in front of a huge gun, pounds of meth, and a giant bag full of cash

What if I told you an assistant DA in his mid 30s left his job with no explanation to move to Texas for a year then left the US entirely for Australia to live on a cattle ranch.

I actually had the thought this week whether there was something wrong with me that I’ve never sent a dick pic to anyone.
Like I’m in some rare minority from what I can tell.

Anyway, I’m glad we got one more chance to hate George Bush before he died. Fuck that Republican shithead.