Found on Facebook. (And, as you can see, myfreebingocards.com is credited.)
As I think I’ve mentioned before, the “Oregon Trail” video game jokes are lost on me. I remember neither hide nor hair of the iconic game from my own 1980’s childhood. And I’m half-convinced there’s some sort of “Mandela effect” at work here.
Welp. It’s a good thing I’m a pluviophile.
(They’re gonna thank me one day for keeping detailed files on Pluto.)
Things will look up! Maybe you’ll get a date with that Green M&M you’re so hot for.
I think I am going to have “Oh Shit, Was That Today?” inscribed on my tombstone.
Why did I buy white sweatpants? Was I pretending to be a gymnast?
They are also way too big — like maybe MC Hammer joined the KKK for some reason.
Mystery blue-green gunk on my windowsill. Like two unhealthy toucans stopped by there to gather their strength.
Yes, I do realize that “two unhealthy toucans” are my go-to suspects for all sorts of things, because my mind is weird like that. But this time it actually kinda fits.
I’ve been jonesing for Chef Boyardee Ravioli ever since the now famous exchange between Joel and Ellie on HBO’s “The Last of Us” (2023).
Look at what I brought home from the store.
It actually is tasty stuff, though.
I love this town — even the graffiti is polite and upbeat. I may never leave.
Easter — the holy day on which pun lovers everywhere tell the risen Jesus that it’s nice tomb meet him.
Update — someone on Facebook just told me to “Savior the moment!”
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