my definition of “live” entertainment has been redefined once again.
it’s really cool when you’re at a party having a discussion about whether or not people are capable of overcoming their selfish nature. or whether or not intuition is random. it’s even cooler when everyone’s in their underwear.
i now own spider-man boxers.
she sounded like a particular someone who’s name starts with “a” and then i freaked out. then i laughed.
cops can be corrupted with free coffee.
i am a moon monster.
supposedly people who train to be f/a-18 pilots have to down an entire bottle of popov vodka (nasty shit) without puking. why? strong stomachs.
congrats to doug for having a well-stocked fridge.
“doug passed out on the porch. he looks so cute.”