Now I think I’m addicted.
The real irony here is that I haven’t actually been in any good humor for approximately 17 years.
Now I think I’m addicted.
The real irony here is that I haven’t actually been in any good humor for approximately 17 years.
I even kinda come across like Forrest Gump.
When you take a loooooooong Saturday nap and then wake up groggy, apple fritters kinda look like calf brains.
I’m just sayin’.
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Lost by a landside,
So I’ll destroy democracy.
Open your eyes,
Watch the hearings and see,
I’m just a despot, deserving no sympathy,
Cause’s power’s easy come, easy go,
My IQ’s little low,
And way the wind blows doesn’t bode too well for me,
for me …
These are always fun.
They should have called the second Doctor Strange movie “Doctor Strange: Not All Who Wanda Are Lost, Bitches.”
Do tiny spiders flex their fangs when they’re threatened?
I honestly do not know. I can barely keep “entomology”/”etymology” straight.
That sound you hear is my coffeepot.
Update — my arachnophile friend informs me that this is a crab spider.
“The back pain in me greets the back pain in you, Fellow Fortysomething.”
— from the Oxford New English Dictionary, 31st Edition
Today I’m accompanying you everywhere in an official red vest as your registered emotional support poet.
I’m … not very well trained. I often fall back on limericks.
But they’re SUPPORTIVE limericks.