Because really, how often does a person get to say something like “so there I was with a mouthful of Justin Bieber’s balls…”, am I right?
We might get pizza for dinner and I can’t fucking wait, but there’s going to be painting and that’s good too. Also, no matter how I try to avoid it, I’ll probably superglue a tuft of grass to myself at some point.
Yet another one from deep in the archives: Originally posted on January 9th, 2008. Hurray! I made it through the day without having a coughing fit! And in an odd way, I was hoping to have one because one of our germaphobic regulars had been what could best be described as a “big fucking moron”…