Let’s have a party in my pants… We can have a party and then you can invite people into your pants.
When I finish this [bagel w/ lox] we can have a real budget meeting…with computers
My co-worker ordered a peanut butter and jelly sandwich AND a grilled cheese sandwich. Someone at the sandwich shop creatively combined the 2 and the result was this gag-reflex inducing malevolent masterwork. Bon Appetite.
It’s a fine line…writing about your life in a way that’s interesting to other people.
I don’t know what’s going on. I’m just going along for the ride.
This is my first Tumblr post. I’ve been waiting for something special enough to break the ice on this blog and I found it only hours ago…in a discounted pooper-scooper.
The gem was discounted quite heavily, which really lifts the spirits when you’re faced with the burden of purchasing (or worse - replacing) a device designed exclusively for capturing and transporting dog excrement.
It was marked as a $12 clearance item on the shelf. After spotting the discount notice, I realized that the dust covered shit shovel and inseparable companion rake were the last of their kind. Joy.
The additional surprise, displayed with deft digital brilliance on a LCD screen as the half dead employee shot her laser gun at the dusty barcode, was enough to send my spirits soaring to heights of euphoria so rarely known - especially on a week night.
This is an ode to the little things that count - surprising things at surprising times in surprising places. Yay.