This, honestly, is hilarious.
Whatever happened to Crag Sheffer?
I disagree. Because I disagree.
I don’t often see concealed carry bags I like, but this one is close.
I’m still not convinced you should carry in a bag. If someone snatches your bag, then what? A cross-body bag is a much better design, but I have yet to find a cross-body design for women I actually find appealing. Better to stick with ITWB.
That reads like it’s the women I need to find appealing. It is not.
I accidentally clicked a link to a seemingly innocuous possibly cute story about an obscure film prop only to find myself on Jezebel, hating the author after the first sentence because they have to politicize every fucking thing that exists ever. JESUS take a fucking break.
Is it ironic that I can never remember what epistemological means?
Ellen is 100% right the fuck on.
I don’t fit anywhere.
I’m supposed to be reading this book for class and I cannot concentrate at all today.
It’s not a toomah. It’s totally a toomah. Maybe it’s a toomah. It’s not a toomah.
I still have never set foot on your deck. It’s become a sort of superstition now. Should I ever set foot on your deck now, it will signal that that is the final visit I’ll ever make to your house. Now I can’t ever walk out onto your deck. It would be tempting fate.
I do actually go into a slight panic if I realize I don’t have a lip balm. I’d rather be without my phone than my lip balm.
F.U.C.K.
Exactly how many times do I have to say OK, I give up, I surrender before the shit just fucking stops?
You are here.
Motives matter.
There were never any razor blades in your candy. Remember in the 80s though, when the fire department had the X-Ray machine thing set up with the conveyor belt and you could take you candy and have it scanned?
I just wanted to see an X-Ray of my candy. I never did though. I imagine it would have been a very dull picture.
I both very much do and do not want to see this film.
Yeah, but they don’t really care.
I just realized I accidentally threw my hanky in the trash.
Just say no to mohair.
Nohair.
I would argue that she doesn’t deserve punishment of any kind, not even “clapping erasers” (which I’m pretty sure they don’t do any more), but this? This is bullshit.
Wow. Classy jackass.
Why didn’t anyone tell me The Mentalist was such a great show? I’m glad it’s finally available for streaming.
isolated
Hey, wouldja look at that.
I really just want to order in lunch today. I really should just eat my freezer lunch today.
“Can a cat have an existential crisis?” Are you serious? Who gives a shit? It’s a cat.
Maybe Luther College will give me a job.
I am against making election day a paid holiday.
I really hate whistling. I extra hate that you come in here every afternoon whistling while you deliver the mail, because it seems a little over the top. And oh look. Literally none of this mail is for our office.
No. I never want any lutefisk.
Fuck. I thought that was due the 24th. It is not.
Well, now clearly I have to see The Rise of Jordan Peterson.
I wonder if we all stopped spending so much fucking time on these people if they’d just go the hell away.
I wonder about the efficacy of your face!
That’s not a reference to what you think it is.
I got your distant intercessory prayer right here, pal.
Maybe it’s that my brain resists the concept of the meaning of the word epistemological, therefore, I have to keep looking it up.
I hate when I can’t grasp a concept because I’m really fucking smart.
We never should have been in Syria in the first place.
I feel extra stupid this semester, let me tell you.
GAH. Fine. You win.
Find an upright yet effortless posture? Yeah right.
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