I'm at a Tom Petty concert with Joe Walsh opening. The show hasn't started yet but it seems Joe is hanging out in the lawn with us.
El Chapo: Damnit, they're onto us! Quick, hide the basketball-shaped cocaine kilos in the future cat-ladies! Minions: Yes, sir!
I went to the store earlier today to buy toilet paper and came home with a steak and a box of wine. I don't have any toilet paper. I need toilet paper.
Cardboard, styrofoam, and cellophane. I may or may not be throwing away a washcloth tomorrow. Spoiler Alert: I'm throwing it away.
Also, "Dude, I REALLY need to take the Browns to the Super Bowl, can you give* me some toilet paper?" is a great way to meet neighbors. *It's important not to ask to borrow toilet paper.
We all have our ideals. Mine is pretty simple. Minus the crime scene tape, I would love to have this house on my land. It's got a nice sittin' porch and large enough for just me.
Riiiiiiight.......like we're going to buy that this isn't a photo of one of YOUR actual past homes. *rolls eyes and smirks* You say sittin' porch but you mean shootin' porch. My porch is an elevated concrete sarcophagus that is both the right height and distance from the sidewalk to get a Jehovah's Witness with the garden hose just they step on the property. You wouldn't even have to stand up.
Man I spent all fucking day fixing my car door latch only to have the manual door lock doohickie fall out of it's holder, after a few hours of frustration I decided I'd just go without a passenger side operating rod, it's fucking electronic anyway.