My best DMV story is that while the woman checked my papers, it came up that I recently had my gallbladder removed. APPARENTLY... so did she. The whole mood instantly shifted from quiet to vibrant as she lifted her shirt to show me her sutures, and of course, I showed her mine.
Charcuterie is standing in the open fridge door at 2 AM in your underwear stuffing deli meats and cheeses into your mouth, but classy and sophisticated.
So, being a better listener has been a concern of mine for a long time. Something I am VERY proud of is when somebody is telling me a story, they trail off, get distracted, forget where they were at... and then I tell 'em EXACTLY where they left off. It feels like a magic trick.
Okay so the last two days, I've woken up feeling alert and readyy at 4 AM long before my alarm has gone off and like... I don't know what the fuck is up with that, but shit man, you gotta take the ez wins. It sure as hell beats fighting for my life to get out of bed every day.
Seven years of hormones and I got neither fat tits nor grabbable hips, but I do feel my handwriting getting slightly better.
Thanks for coming to my TedTalk.
I hope when I'm old and on my death bed, I'm still dumber than a mother fucker. I'll be like, "Hey nurse, check this out!" and then I sigh deeply and die on the spot.
@DOGWH0RE GOD PUT A RING ON SYRI, HOLY SHIT. SHE'S SO CUTE. I just wanna play games with my wife and then get railed over a table after I threw the match.