Happened to me just the other day, in fact. There's an indian place down the road from work. Germans hate spicy food. Indian lady there recognizes me even over the phone. "Spicy, right?" "Yes, please!" and she steps it up for my non-Saxon taste buds. Also I forgot a beer in my freezer and it exploded and immediately froze.
You left out the best photo. "How are you going to take my dictation like that? Oh." "While I appreciate the effort, this is all highly impractical." "How Staples suddenly became the #1 store. Ever."
How many words a minute can you type? *Does naked pretzel and types with her tongue* HIRED. So the exterminator is here. Fucking rats. RATS are much different than mice, thankyouverymuch. He's setting traps and laying down... cayenne pepper? So if he thinks rats hate cayenne pepper, this mother fucker has not seen Ratatouille. I'm warning him he's inviting the Paul Prudhome of rats. This is not going to work one bit. Update: Ok, he literally dumped cayenne pepper in a shop vac, hit reverse, and is misting my attic with this shit. Best part: he has no eye or mouth gear. He's hacking his guts up. Well fuck, dude, *I* could have done that.
I fucking love my daddy. In one of our daily emails where our entire family participates: "In evaluating whether you are a "fight" or "flight" personality, (bewildered), I think you fall into the "rapid flight, total confusion, massive blackout, faint and fall back in it" group." Yuuuup.
The wording of this is disturbing. In other news, a chocolate pudding snack pack is the prefect breakfast. Well that sounds kind of wrong too. WTF is with today?
We used to have rats in our basement when I was small, my mom would send me down with a broom and tell me not to come back up until they were dead. Rats are fucking huge and scary and terrible. I sympathize with you, my brother in rat-terror. That said, I hope you walk up into the attic and the rats are all making soup for you. Preferably with tiny hats. The tiniest of hats.
I ran into some Americans in Prague who were suspiciously Canadian. They spoke in kilometres, pronounced "lieutenant" the proper way, even called it "pop". Did you go to Canadianization camp with them?
So, I thought (hoped?) that the whole Brony thing was a big internet gag...until I just saw some guy walking on campus wearing a Brony t-shirt. And the creepy fuck smiled at me.
So after the thread on here, and Xfinity whoring it out like it's a god damn job I finally looked the song up. I am ashamed to admit I love this nonsense. Edit: I almost forgot to mention. This girl from the video is not just a smoke show. She is the smoke show from an 80's hair band during a power ballad. She might just give Angel a run for her money.