I'm a big fan of novelty. After all, if you're not going through the internet looking for stuff that you've never seen before, then what even is the point of any of this?
Learning stuff? Psshhhhhh. Getting perspectives from your fellow human beings? Give me a break.
Give me ridiculous pictures or don't bother me at all.
It's funny, when the clouds give me a thumbs up, I feel good about it, but when someone hits me with one in a Messenger chat, I know I've done something terribly wrong.
My personal lifehack for this kind of problem is to just not own more than one nice pair of shoes. It keeps things way less complicated.
I wonder if he just took hundreds of pictures, making that exact face in case a whale ever decided to photobomb him.
I mean you're still going to a bar and hanging out with good people, which is pretty much the reason we go to a strip club in the first place, right?
It's just not always clear why they wanted that in the first place. But you do you, homie.
Cake and cookies?That's what I call self-care. And it's healthy, too, because, y'know, milk.
I have no idea if this is actually a good idea or not, but it sure looks neat. Please keep my obvious ignorance of construction materials in mind before you hire me to build anything for you.
It's probably better if I don't live my life like it's a big game of Grand Theft Auto, right?
I promised that you'd be surprised by the things you see here, and sometimes the most surprising thing of all is seeing nothing.
With one end of this piece of dried seaweed stuck in the sand, the wind ended up blowing a couple of perfect circles. I'm sure there's a metaphor in there, but you're going to have to talk to a much better writer to find it.
I'm choosing to believe that this class happened in Alabama and that the joke really did not go over well.
I mean, if you're not going to huck cats at your doors, then why even get doors like this in the first place?
Frankly, I'd think it'd be weirder if someone decided to emerge from the water like Daniel Craig in Casino Royale behind you at your wedding and you didn't stare at him.
I mean, why even own a plane if you're not going to use it to make everyone else feel bad? That's what I want to know.
Then again, that second cookie seems way more in line with the general spookiness of October, so I'm into it.
