Inventor of excuses and other things. Do it tomorrow!
First, do no harm, and then do whatever else seems like the thing to do at the time.
Inventor of excuses and other things. Do it tomorrow!
First, do no harm, and then do whatever else seems like the thing to do at the time.
@dzuk I'll be honest, I got somewhat drunk last night and at this point I don't even remember what we were talking about. But, I'm sure enough by now that you're sane and have good intentions, so all I can say is "go for it", whatever "it" is. I'm sure it'll work out just fine. 👍
Now I hope you'll excuse me while I go get the headache medicine and lay down for a spell. I may have broken my thinky gland and my feely parts aren't much better off.
Here's to pretty much anyone and anything I don't get along with someday vanishing up its own ass. I say this slightly because I'm still residually spiteful on account of the devil's mouthwash, and more the fact that I find such a phrase to be fucking hilarious.
I can scarcely imagine something vanishing up its own ass, but my best bet is that it's like a sea cucumber taking on a non-euclidean configuration, and then with an audible *pop*, it just disappears, ass and all, into thin fucking air.
I hate tequila in a spite-fuck sense that I'll drink it just to remind myself how much I hate it.
Probably as much as I love anything, I hate tequila. The more I drink it, the less I have left to love about life, and the easier it is to drink. Before long, everything is tequila, and you can smell it in the air around you, like satan's ass-crack.
Here's to the goddamn agave plant someday vanishing up its own ass and going on to bother another plane of existence where I'm not around, damn it.