

“Gee, Billy, TWO wieners?”


“Gee, Billy, TWO wieners?”
I scan the area around the exit as I’m leaving for employees or security. If I see someone I make eye contact and say thank you. I’ve never had anyone give me suspicious or dirty looks, and I normally carry a backpack.
“You merely adopted the lamp. I was born on it, molded by it. I didn’t see a natural light source until I was a man.”


Because it’s been almost a week since someone almost died in one.
“Incoming message from the big giant head!”
Points for making the effort.


Glad I canceled Spotify and went back to trackers and CDs.
Every story I hear about them just makes it sound worse.


The only man to ever get a runner’s high walking back and forth on a stage.


Each time having turned off one more mod to see if that’s the problem.
“Tell Cersei it was me.”
Council for the defense
“Bro, that was three weeks ago.”
“Oh…”


“A dab’ll do ya.”


I must subconsciously go to the supermarket when there are fewer people there. Because the few times I have to go during peak hours I ask myself why there are suddenly so many people.
So do Siamese cats.
Damn, bro. You okay?
Me watching this whole debacle: