But the jazz flute makes it classy.
“How’d you know we’re going to Burning Man?”
To the person whose OCD makes them look crazier than you, I suggest a thank you gift, perhaps a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.
The glorious cause of labor.
Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley
Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture, by Douglas Coupland
Lord of the Flies, William Golding
Oh, so suit-boy’s too big to buy a lemonade? Well then fruit punch for you.
Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death because they’re too busy instagramming their porkbelly sliders.
In a duel, it’ll get the drop on you every time.
Currently mourning the loss of the sense of mystery that allowed me to wonder how someone might look in a tiger costume without actually seeing them in a tiger costume.
Jinx!
The good news? That couple extra bucks for a monthly pass gets you breakfast.
The bad news: no coffee, & generic flakes.
“You picked a nice sort of playmate.”
Sorry boys, it’s Filipino Heritage Night. Whiteboy Heritage night was…oh, kidding, it’s every day.
