What a time for The Scorpions to be alive, or, “No YOU Became a Middle-aged Stoner, Shut Up.”
Category: It’s 3AM; I must be lonely.
What do we think I meant?
This is the kind of shit you expect at two in the morning, not two in the afternoon.
No One Go to Disneyland
Not literally. Someone is always going to Disney World, even during a pandemic. Sigh.
No, YOU have a type, shut up.
The best part of this story might be that I’ve never even seen “Fiddler on the Roof.”
Three Questions, Lockdown Day 39
Breakfast this morning was a tub of iced coffee and an inappropriate quantity of Nutella eaten out of the jar with a spoon, how are y’all doing.
Three Thoughts, Lockdown Day 37
Kenny Rogers knew it: you gotta know when to fold ’em. Listen to Kenny Rogers.
King of States! 