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Man I lived in the wrong suburb. It was the 70s and our neighborhood didn’t have a theater on acid. I feel like I missed out.I saw total recall with a friend at the theater on acid.
Holy fucking shit!
Man I lived in the wrong suburb. It was the 70s and our neighborhood didn’t have a theater on acid. I feel like I missed out.I saw total recall with a friend at the theater on acid.
Holy fucking shit!
He is facing existential crisis: the Jr High girls he'd trade ciggies for handies are now in high school and too old for him now. He sees mortality.No, you don’t have the current playbook. abe isn’t my friend.
How you been doing? Work up to wiping it on mommy’s curtains? while you gather the shekels for an inflatable companion?
Pedophobia == self-loathing, oh the ironyHe is facing existential crisis: the Jr High girls he'd trade ciggies for handies are now in high school and too old for him now. He sees mortality.
That's poetry man!He is facing existential crisis: the Jr High girls he'd trade ciggies for handies are now in high school and too old for him now. He sees mortality.
FifyThat's pedoetry man!
So long as you didn’t argue with them. They are the sovereign masters of the moo’d point.I was just trying to remember all the things I saw on acid.
Jeremiah Johnson, all night Beatle movies festival at school and Pink Floyd.
And a six mile walk across farm land where we talked to the cows and they answered us. In moos, but we understood exactly what they were mooing.
Lemon tree leaves melting and dripping on my face while I hid from imaginary swat team in an orchard. Don't go to a put put golf course...things I saw on acid.
Lol. I remember this farmer seeing us and waving (college people took walks there and he was friendly), and he was kind of herding them on a tractor and they were mooing bloody murder.So long as you didn’t argue with them. They are the sovereign masters of the moo’d point.
Last place I lived, there was a cow next door. Her vocalizations were emphatic and a warning. She was actually saying DOOM! But with that tragic bovine dyslexia.Lol. I remember this farmer seeing us and waving (college people took walks there and he was friendly), and he was kind of herding them on a tractor and they were mooing bloody murder.
We thought they were going to revolt and have a moo coup.
GeekPoints++ for '=='Pedophobia == self-loathing, oh the irony
I LOVE Robert RedfordI was just trying to remember all the things I saw on acid.
Jeremiah Johnson, all night Beatle movies festival at school and Pink Floyd.
And a six mile walk across farm land where we talked to the cows and they answered us. In moos, but we understood exactly what they were mooing.
I’ve seen Jeremiah Johnson probably 15 times
I bet I have too!I’ve seen Jeremiah Johnson probably 15 times
She had the hand of Sauron on her tooLast place I lived, there was a cow next door. Her vocalizations were emphatic and a warning. She was actually saying DOOM! But with that tragic bovine dyslexia.
She was replaced with the utterly useless Ass of Self-pity. This beast would belt out iterations if “poor ME!” followed by a sudden cessation of sound that perfectly communicated “fuck it; not helping ME”.
Now it is just the odd pack of coyotes yodeling “trolol”.
First seven but none of the last three.View attachment 4460993
So I have to unplug an awning gutter at the top of the downspout today. Gets jammed with leaves, not a big deal.
But like wow, how many different languages can you identify without looking them up on this pair of gloves?
Could pretty much just start naming countries and not be wrong, right?~edit~