Thanksgiving is going great so far. My mom and her brother are in the living room plodding through stilted attempts at conversation. She just inquired about the health of his prostate. Can't wait for turkey.
Everything bagels imply the existence of a theoretical "nothing bagel" which exists unseen within a quantum vacuum yet will eventually doom us all to entropy by swallowing all matter from our universe into its insatiable cosmic maw
I would very much like to be in the upcoming feature film Jackass Forever. My plan is to toss brightly-colored venomous frogs at everyone on set and simply state "Guys... I'm IN Jackass Forever now" and just see if they let me
Just asked a woman where to get a good lunch around here in Bridgeport, CT. She pointed to a Dunkin Donuts. I laughed and decided to explore for 20 minutes. Here I am back at Dunkin Donuts.
I'd like to know how long this surreal corporate nightmare of "pursuing a career" will last before I awaken to my true existence as one of three white guys on a moderately successful dirtbag left podcast
Party Rock is in the house tonight. It has always been there, concealed in the shadows. An invisible witness to your every rhythmic breath as you unwittingly slumber beneath its malevolent gaze. It will make you lose your mind. It just wants to see you shake that.
The garbage men shake their meaty fists at the night sky, cursing my name as they find I've duped them yet again-- the trash bags are filled with soap and lilacs. They will find no feast tonight.