Kwanzapalooza.

“Those chew toys that you put the peanut butter in, we should totally give those to the Syrian refugees. See I am a nice guy.”

Thanks for all the great reads Colin. I will miss Kitchenette.

Well to be fair the nuge did choreograph the whole thing, so it was a colabo.

“I’ve been trying to point out — I’m on a lot of college campuses, we have a big following on college campuses — there’s nothing sexy and there’s nothing cool about socialism.”

Spinachcast 5.0

Better idea,

Eating pasta is part of the whole deal if I recall correctly. I’m thinking about starting a beer, pasta, and sandwich based ideology myself.

Now I really want some pasta. Like really bad.

This is the wedding jam, how long will it take for your parrot to pipe out this tune?

I’ve never proposed to anyone. But I’m like this close Collier. My right knee is feeling some serious gravity.

If you can get depression there, you can get depression anywhere.

Water slide caves!

Baby....Ruuuth?

33. Self Reflection

Ochre pyrosome comprised of writhing iniquity.

Last time I was in Astoria Oregon I ordered from seamless. It came from an Italian place called The Fratelli Bros. I ordered a nice pasta dinner but what showed up at the door was a Baby Ruth wrapper and a half eaten tub of Rocky Road ice cream. Lame.

“C’mon Giada. Everyone knows you’re not supposed to start dating a man until he sticks to the wall when you throw him!”

Godspeed. And I hope your thunder thievery is prosperous.