I get regular cravings for papaya. I am a masochist.
Chaotic good or we can’t be friends.
I get regular cravings for papaya. I am a masochist.
Not if they can convince people that his conviction is some kind of liberal plot to silence him.
Experience the luxury of JERBCHEST
Aww, neat!
I am an idiot.
Where I live? Hot dogs and polishes.
Is there something you can actually do about this or do I have to just grit my teeth and try to disassociate every time I have a meal with another human being?
Not great. Just had a lumbar puncture and feeling pukey.
Can’t wait die on the dance floor.
Just kidding, it’ll be alone in my bathroom.
$11.99 here in Chicago.
Maybe somewhere dumb like Rock N Roll McDonald’s or San Francisco.
I’ll be watching you
Exactly this. Once we advance to the point where we can detect the supernatural, we’ll also have better understanding of how the universe works.
Guys, Barbara Ann.
Bomb Iran, bake the land.
When I was a kid, my grandmother worked at one of the Catholic churches where the priest had been accused of sexually abusing children. I had been to this church, shaken this man’s hand.
During this time, my grandma appeared on the news, wildly pleading, “He’s a good man! He did nothing wrong!” I remember my father’s crazed laughter as he manically searched for a VHS tape to record the scene.