...nice panties. Yes, I looked. Of course I looked. That color suits you.
Well, one of them definitely loves me. That's half the battle, maybe even the most important half.
Going to Wendy's or to the haunted Burger King for dinner. I haven't decided
yet, though the latter is closer, the former has better cheeseburgers.
Once upon a time, there was a cute little fuzzy kitten, and that cute little
fuzzy kitten won the lottery, and then he lived happily ever-after. The end.
They didn't have any record at all of my supposed infraction, so I was allowed to leave unscathed. Yay!
Got my hairs cut, so I weigh 10 pounds less than I did. Also, cute fluffy
kittens exist.
I'm such a damn hippie. I really need to get my hairs cut today.
Maybe I'll get the death penalty at traffic court. That would solve all of my problems.
Everyone except me, apparently, deserves a chance to succeed. All I get are
chances to fail.
I get to go to traffic court today.
It's hard to tell what I hate more, whores or pop-up advertisements.
I want to walk two miles tonight, but I don't have any two-mile routes mapped. I guess I'll just wing it.
The dipshit and I were the last two customers here. There's probably an analogy in there somewhere, but it's not worth the effort to search for it.
Sometimes good deeds are their own reward, and sometimes sweet memories come unbidden.
Forces are conspiring. Whether for me or against me, it's too soon to tell.
(draft) Hazy Yellow. Decent head. Whoa, unexpected aroma of what I'll call coriander. Flavor is kind of musty and weird. A decent beer, but just barely.
(draft) Cloudy yellow. Huge head. Fairly clean aroma of yeasts and hops. Flavor of wheat and hops. Slightly bitter finish. Don't like it.
(draft) Very pale yellow. No head. Extremely faint grass aroma. Faint flavor of tap water. This is some kind of joke, right?
My neck is still sore. Maybe I should have it amputated.
I need new ones. I've pretty much walked the soles off the ones I have.
I'm going to be a good boy tonight, and keep my bullshit to myself.
It slays me that this has become an acceptable duration.
"Sometimes you just gotta grab whatever she presents to you." - the snake lady on TV.
There's a hot girl convention at Sam's, disguised as a baby shower.
I thought it was a really good idea. I still think so, actually.