Why so late for class?
I’m suffering reverse burnout with the song “Royals”
On my way into work I stopped at Burger King and ordered the
cheapest and least appetizing item on the menu. It was ultimate freedom,
because when the paper bag was handed to me, simply feeling the weight of it
and knowing that it wasn’t just air inside let me know that I at least got what
I ordered, and if they messed up the order, then bonus. I didn’t have to
expend the effort to check the contents . . . Life’s empty.
Flashback to 1996: I talked Leedog into burning his
sister’s weejie board. So he snuck into the woods and aided by
kingsford charcoal lighter fluid, he watched it turn to ashes. End
result: Mrs. Horton made Leedog spend his own allowance money to buy a
new one for his sister . . . so yes, worse outcome imaginable.
What’s this business about A-Rod? Are we still talking
about steroids?
Remind me never to go to Kazakhstan.
Fatberg lives
Did you hear about the DB who hit the reset button right
before he threw his last roll on a would-be three hundo? That piece of
sheet metal came down and his ball clanged off a sign that said “Eat at
Fred’s. Open Late”
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