I really meant to take a picture of the new chicks out in the barn and have “naked chicks, above the fold!” as a scare title, but then we’d be waiting another half hour.
Let’s just pretend I did that and it was hilarious.
Pretty smile. Pretty girl.
I think I’m having mine. Feels more like I’ve been in one my whole life, but my mind is desperate for something worth doing and highly remunerative. I doubt highly that ‘shroom farming is the key to riches, but it looks like an awesome hobby to start, particularly after I’m rich. Rich Dad, Poor Dad really messed with my head, and I’m trying to get my thoughts in order so as to act on them posthaste. Tushar, help!
Howdy folks. I have a new old dog that my sister needed to find a home for, so that’s been a fun adjustment over the last 12 hours.
You people make me sick. We spent an entire day talking about turtlenecks when there are very real and important things going on in the world!
1. Some chick no one has ever heard of was asked not to be rude by the guy whose job is to chastise rude people.
2. Some homeless lady was the butt of a mild joke about her hair which was racist and also anti-domicileless.
3. A cranky alcoholic colicky baby who is running for president in 2020 mentioned the chick no one had ever heard about and the homeless lady.
4. Car in called me twice just to talk.
Ok fine, I made that last one up but the rest are 100% real stories that were covered wall to wall by the very serious gossip columnists we pretend are reporters and journalists. And you
trogdilytes trogdelites trogderplites losers decided to make the funneh about foreskin.
Hola, bienvenido muchachos. I’m out of the office this morning on a personal errand/work of mercy, and may not be contributing all that much to the conversation until later in the day.
We’re doing something a little different today, because I needed a break from the usual women in tight lycra begging for attention on Instagram.
Here’s a young woman in a pretty blue dress.
Stuck in my head for like a week now. Time to exorcise the demon:
Cute girl just working out in practical clothing. Nice.
It appears that the main binders only have ~400 items left in them. Taking suggestions now on what do on Mondays to when they run out. I probably won’t listen to the suggestions but I will take them.
I think my cough is finally far enough in the rearview mirror that I can plan to work out this week. Feels like it’s been ages, and I’m bound to be sore, but it’s got to be done.
Is this still a triptych?
So I reckon these things mostly by how often I have 52 binders’ worth of weeks in the can, but last week was the end of year 5 of this august institution, making this the beginning of year 6. How time flies, amirite?