Sitting watching Wendy Williams with my mom's chihuahua. Brain capacity still diminished by anesthesia, I'm finding this interesting.
I just took a ginormous shit, an amazing turd that crept out of my anus and curled around the bowl into the post perfect question mark, dotted with the paper I dabbed my anus with. It got me to thinking about the Hick's Composite Commodity Theorum that I won't go into detail discussing since I don't know shit about it, but I wanted to mention Hick's Composite Commodity Theorum so you all would think I'm really intelligent and educated.
There's this little guy in our complex. Has the most horrific story associated with the pool, but he's overcome it. Loves swimming now. Loves watching people swim. He's always around, talks in this little monotone voice, super chatty. But everyone ignores him because he's so pervasive. It drives me crazy because he says the coolest little things and has an absolute heart of gold. Nobody knows his story, I do by complete accident. I'm not saying that knowing his story should be what makes people
Okay Elis. Noon to two PST. Please jump your million dollar baby out. I don't want to play anymore. It would be so fast. You know the drill, fire and air down, water and earth up.
Amazing show. Similar setlist. Shelaigh Delaney was the backdrop. Beautiful tribute, perfect. Gotta drive 2 hours. More later.
He did not remove his shirt. :0 ty