I make 2 MILLION DOLLARS per hour working from home and recently bought a used 1980s dull baby blue Toyota Corolla with some rust spots here and there and a special light blocking film on the windows called 30 years of cigarette smoking. I began this the hour before last. You can, too. Go to lost dreams tab for work…

With your breakfast burrito from 7-11 - in the 21 and over aisle.

Your moniker and your comment combined to make the reply,

OMG...I've never had a gif response! Thank you! And, always good to make someone laugh.

Well, now, I was contemplating something very similar to this today? (Really, what with feeling abosolutely exhausted, what else is one to do but wile away the hours about a comment left on the interwebs?) What about unfiltered, menthol? How does one know someone smells like Camel Lights? Really, how? And, is the…

No, no, no. Not Camels. Camel LIGHTS. It has to be Camel Lights. ;)

Duly noted.

But she nailed the Ellis photos. Her facial expressions are perfect.

He's in his mind palace of titties.

So I carry it by hand from the cane fields on my flight home? What if it's mistaken for blow?

Is that the stuff you add sugar to yourself? And, then, like, stir or something?

Oh my. My degree is not so pedagogically weighted as yours. It's an education degree in the U.S., and, really, all we have to do is muddle through some courses, take a high stakes test that determines if we get to be teachers, do some repetitive writing, and twiddle our thumbs during the last class. I would love to do…

Thank you for this. I now have tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard. Just, thank you. My last class of grad school starts next week and it will not end soon enough.

You can do it! The end is nigh! Or, soon. Soon sounds better than nigh.

South Sound of Western Washington. Greatest place on Earth. Well, at least it's pretty green and sunny right now.

I just think of all the times I must have missed Jesus in my pancakes and toast and other stuff. All the times... because I was too busy eatin' it.

I could probably spend a lot of time coloring in Benedict's lips. A lot of time.

I totally looked at this and thought, "That's not a Terry Richardson. It's too good. And hot. Not creepy. And too good." Too good AND hot.

This reminds me of the movie "Cane Toads: An Unnatural History" in which residents of Australia exhibit either deep seated hatred and violence towards the cane toad or inexplicable it changed my life feelings. I laughed, probably inappropriately all the way through. For your viewing pleasure, forward to about 2:50. to…

You've yet to read the old comments section of the Tacoma News Tribune. It was a glorious wealth of "I can't really believe they just wrote that in a hugely diverse (economically and racially) city. My god they must have their head up their butt." Of course, now, it is all Facebook OMG.