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I’ve never watched Dr. Who or Supernatural or Lost or The Walking Dead or Breaking Bad or Arrested Development (maybe one or two partial episodes) or or It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia. I’ve never tried Nutella, I didn’t vote for Barack Obama either time (I didn’t vote for Romney or McCain either). I don’t see what the big deal is with Steve Jobs and I fucking hate cats. What the hell am I doing here?
I can’t wait until the great GIF/JIF war is over and the internet can get back to fighting about sensible things
like which way to hang toilet paper.
Toilet paper has to go over, not under. No debate on this one.
The streets will flow with the blood of the non-believers.
I have no preference about which way the toilet paper goes. I put it either way. I also don’t care how my steak is cooked. Blood-raw or well done. And bacon can’t be cooked wrong either. Soft or crisp. I don’t give a shit.
Try to put the fact that I was searching youtube for sparrow sex aside for a moment and watch this video. Actually, just listen to it around the 37 second mark. This is why I love the internet. Sometimes you find a diamond in the middle of the desert.
Waiting for the neighbor’s dog for a morning bark.
I saw this in a magazine this morning. It’s Winslow Homer’s studio in Maine. I don’t really pay much attention to architecture and I don’t watch home shows or anything like that, but I would very much like to smoke some weed on that balcony while wearing a bathrobe.
(Source: portlandmuseum.org)
She’s 13 years old and she’s going deaf and blind. Now she’s digging a hole in the yard and laying in it. I wonder if she’s trying to tell me something.
Last July, I didn’t think she’d make it this long.
I set my oven alarm to go off at 9 pm so I would get up and go grocery shopping but I’ve just been listening to it go off for 38 minutes because I don’t feel like getting up so now I’m trying to figure out if there is a way I can email the electric company and have them turn my power off for a minute to make it stop because it beeps three times like every thirty seconds which means I’ve listened to it however many times that makes,
I know this is going to come as a huge surprise to everybody because I haven’t mentioned it before, but I have an announcement I would like to make.
I found this picture of a newborn baby on the internet.
My son and I* just finished his project on Delaware that he was assigned six weeks ago but didn’t start until this past weekend. I’m pretty happy with the way it came out. It’s good to see that even 25 years out of high school, I can still compete academically at a fifth grade level.
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