Memorial Day Weekend
Swimming, steaks, Star Wars IV through VI, “Southern” cooking, and lots of walking and running in nature. All in all, a relaxing time. Hope everyone else had a great one!
If marshmallows could talk, they would be more intimidating than this dude.
Oh, cool. My roommate is either practicing lines for a dinner theatre version of “Rent” or just talking to himself psychotically like he does all of the time. #WhyIhavetroublesleepingatnight
This dude isn’t even cool enough to play with Magic cards.
If you replaced the muffler with a whiny grandma and the engine with an effeminate drama club castoff, my roommate would be just like a motorcycle.
Okay, I think I figured out a plan. Any time my roommate starts crooning like a menopausal cat, I will just play some Morbid Angel or doom metal really, really loudly. That way, I’ll get to hear cool metal stuff and he can have his colonic-like chanting interrupted by actual music.
The roommate who I hate sings in tones that sound like a whale waiting to be raped. I sincerely hope a whale crashes into my house. FUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP DUDE. YOU DIDNT GET BETTER AT SINGING WHEN YOU CUT OFF YOUR PONY TAIL, YOU MANAGED TO STAY THE SAME LEVEL OF ANNOYING.
The Gulf of Mexico has beaches. I lack a tan.
Fun Fact
I have a rad Dad. You can also call him Dr. Rad if you like.
This is the Drunk Iron Man costume my buddy made to watch
The Avengers
